Abstraction

Distance

Home isn't always a place.
It's a feeling
An emotion
A scent
And sometimes,
even a person.

Home, to me, is a person.
Even though you're 951.3 miles away from me

Home is late night phone calls

Home is watching Netflix together through Skype

Home is being mad at you but still wanting you right next to me

Home is seeing your face in every crowd

Home is thinking of you every time I go to Texas Roadhouse,
And cursing your name every time I go to Kfc

Home is doing something stupid and then thinking you would be disappointed in me

Home is thinking about you every time I see a turtle

Home is goodnight 'I love you's

Home is only getting comfort in the fact that every night we see the same stars, and moon, and sun and that we aren't really that far apart

Home is knowing that I could never forget you, and the things we've done

Home is being called cupcake

Home is knowing that no matter what we've got each other's backs

Home is being possessive of you, and you being equally possessive of me

Home is planning our futures even though we're so young

Home is going through best friend withdraw

Home is being willing to do anything just to be near you

Home is not having to change myself for you

Home is being accepted no matter what

Home is not wanting to disappoint you

Home is my friends getting sick of me talking about you so much

Home is wanting more than anything to talk to you but feeling like I would be bothering you

Home is dorky matching bracelets and necklaces

Home is laying in bed alone wondering why we don't speak anymore

Home is my favorite wreck

Home is my platonic soulmate

You were my home

And I'm so fucking homesick right now