pinkfoojedi

I was going through an old notebook today and found this...

Home

3 hours to go and all I can think about is the last time we saw each other. The tears and the promises burn in my chest. Did you keep your side of the bargain? I've been a good girl as always. Not that there's a lot of temptation. How about you? Actually I don't want to know. Keep that part to yourself.

2 hours to go and I'm trying to remember what you look like. Hair as dark as night, that tickles my skin when I run my fingers through it. Eyes as bright as day, always smiling as if nothing could ever hurt you. Hands as soft as a baby's blanket, that know how to comfort me whenever I need it. How do you remember me? Or have I just faded away into the back of your mind?

1 hour to go and I start to worrythat you might have changed? Have I changed? Change doesn't always been progress. If only you were here now, right in front of me so I could ask you. I'm so impatient with these kind of things. You probably knew that already. You've always known me so well. You could probably predict my next move, right?

Here I am and there you are. You open your arms wide when you see me. I try my best to control myself and not run straight into you, knocking us both to the ground. As our arms lock around each other, I get that beautifully familiar feeling. All my worries escape me and my brain finally begins to calm down.

Right here with you is where I want to be. I am home.