going back again tomorrow.
my heart is still awaiting.
you once said i was silly, ridiculous even to ask questions like "is my home waiting for me?" but when i felt how you embraced and kissed me the moment i was in front of you, i knew my answer.
you didn't make it easy for me.
i didn't make it easy for you too.
i can only silently pray that at the end of the tunnel, at the end when you've sort out your thinking, it's us you see and it's us you run to.
i'm waiting for you, my home.
waiting for you to make me you permanent resident.
for nobody else can love me like you do.