Home

Some people just feel like home.

Regardless of the pain you feel

When you think of them.

You always want to return.

Pound on the door

Again and again

Until they answer.

Only no one ever will

- they’ve moved away,

They can’t be your home anymore.

The memories and feelings

Remain trapped inside

Leaving you dreaming of what it was like

Before.

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- shocker. I feel sad and alone and what do I do? Read back through old chats with ‘him’. (Him being a guy I liked for years, we were friends for… a long time… but then he got a girlfriend and we started to drift. I’d liked him for a long time too, but never did anything about it. I didn’t want to risk it all. Now it’s too late. We haven’t spoken in months and before then our conversations left much to be desired anyway. We drifted. He drifted. And I stopped trying to maintain a one sided friendship over my unrequited love for a guy who no longer showed he cared.)

It doesn’t make sense. I don’t necessarily think I like him anymore, though maybe I’m fooling myself in that regard, he just always felt safe. I could talk to him about anything and he was ALWAYS interested In what I had to say. Always there to help. And now he’s not there… I know I have friends, whom I love. I know I can talk to them- But it’s different. It’s always different. The door was closed so abruptly, though I did see (and ignore) the moving signs on the lawn…

- I hope I one day stop revisiting past memories. But for now, even though it makes me so sad. The remnant of the good times I had with him is still comforting.