Sometimes home is not 4 walls, it is 2 eyes and a heartbeat.

Let me tell you about my home. Mine.

If someone crosses your mind just right after you read the previous quote, then congratulations, you have found your home.

Mine was not so tall, but strong enough to hold me. Mine was never smelled like a perfume, but I could swear he has the best scent. Mine had seen me at my worst and still welcomed me with open arms. Mine never asked for more, as to him, It was enough.

But just like what you’re expecting out of a home, you got too comfortable, and its the most dangerous zone to live with. You started taking things for granted, and home will no longer serve what it means.

SO I HAD TO LET GO OF MY HOME.

Home, I hope you realize it is not just a home I wanted. I wanted an empire build by us both, a huge, huge building that is so tall and people need to look way up to see the end of it. I wanted something that needs constant fixing and effort. I wanted both of us to grow.

Don’t you worry little home, when the time is right and the universe is still on our side, we’ll connect our towers with the strongest bridge ever made, But until then..

I HAD TO LET GO OF MY HOME.