You know, I'm starting to realize that the whole reason that I'm so upset is because I want to go home. I just want to go home. Home is in his arms, or laughing over something stupid, or watching movies in bed eating iceys and almost falling asleep and getting woken up by kisses. Home is kissing him and holding his hand. Home is him putting his coat around me in the movie theater because I was cold. Home is with him, and I just want to go home. Please.... take me home.