Home

When you hear this word, each person might picture it in many different ways..

Some said home is a family, the warmth, the unconditional love inside the house.

Some pictured it as a place, where they feel comfortable there..

Some pictured it as a cozy house with all the nice furniture in it..

But whenever someone mention this word to me, I always see you in my head. Yes, home is a person for me.

And it sucks when you have to lose the person, it ruins all of the idea to a nice, cozy home.

When I fail to keep the person as my home, I always collapsed.

Nobody wants to be homeless, right?

And once again I need to apologize to myself for losing another home.

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