Homesick
I feel homesick for you. I don't want to tell you this because I'm afraid you will call it emotional dependency. That you will not feel the same way. I have felt this way since yesterday, the moment you left my nani's home and went back to your own. This ache in my heart that I felt only twice before: the first two times my parents left me at a boarding school in the hills which would become a gated hell in the years to follow. I lie. If it was a hell, then I felt it everytime. I learnt to numb the pain I don't want to numb it this time. Is this what love feels like? Finding home in another? Feeling it in their laugh and the way you touch me like I'm perfection. You wrote it in words. You called me perfect. Ink has touched me so deeply and i can see it taking the form of your scrawl which I saw for the first time with those words. "You're perfect. " What a way to be introduced to the hand writing i want to see for the years to come. On post it notes...