I told you last night that I don't want to go home.
"Everything in my life is back there. School. Work. Responsibility. People I'm scared of. I don't want to go back to all of it."
You reassured me about it all -- I appreciate that a lot.
I didn't tell you everything though.
Driving down the country lanes, stopping at random to take pictures of the sunset, taking turns choosing which direction to go at crossroads, telling stories about past adventures, dreaming about the future -- being together like that made me realize something.
"Home is where your heart is."
I've always brushed that aside as a silly cliche, one overused like "the grass is always greener." But you know something?
As cliche as these little sayings may be, they can be horribly true.
Which is also funny, because you said that this morning. When we said good-bye.
Perhaps I shouldn't say it. Perhaps I shouldn't think it. I wouldn't do those things if I could help it -- the thought came unbidden, unexpected -- they're random thoughts and you just happen to be in them.
And then, as usual, you're the one who voices the thoughts I don't say. Like we're on the same brain wave or something.
It's a little scary. And at the same time, it's not. It's comforting.
You still have my heart. Try as I might, I can't get it back. Because if you asked for it, I wouldn't hesitate in giving it to you forever.
I don't want to go home because you're not there.
At least I got to see you for a few days. You really don't know how much that meant to me.
all my love,