If home is two arms holding you at your worst, then I am not home enough. 

10 and 11 December. ❤️

Those days will always be my most memorable days in my 18 years of life. 

I remember your face that lit through darkness at midnight. 

I remember how we danced to “Thinking out loud.” 

I remember singing songs together. 

I remember waking up to see the sunrise together. 

I remember feeling like home with you that day. 

You told me you loved me, so why did you go away? 


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