i suddenly miss the warmness of your hands, enveloping my lonely fingers.
your gentle questions, asking me if im fine and making sure im okay.
your smiles and laughs, despite my corny and clichè jokes.
your eyes, that looks at me with so much interest in spite of my nonsense stories.
it is weird, to be homesick in your own house;
looking for the familliar aroma of softness that once embraced you -
craving for the sweetness that once melted you.
i want a home.
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