Home. It is a weird sensation to know when you're home. I do not mean in a physical home. I am talking about a person home. Person, as in, you can laugh and not be worried that it sounds weird. In big social situations, you can maintain calm because the person is right next to you. It is the mundane things that make you happy when you're together. Like grocery shopping or figuring out who is paying for the 20-piece McNuggets just to argue in the end because they wanted to pay for you, but you are "independent and don't need someone paying for you." Just to end up with their lips on yours as they swipe their card on the card reader, so you could not say anything. That is home. For centuries, I have only felt that with one person. Choosing them all over again. Without knowing it's them, without knowing that it's you. Do not fret, my darling, we will meet again. We always will, we always do. I will see you soon.
Nessie