Where to?
Jul 11, 2010, 7:59 PM
airplane. by *iheartcolours
"Why can't you go home?"
I woke up with the wind whistling through my window, the blinds crashing against the window sill. The winter blanket was covering my face, though I knew I was alone in this house, I was glad no one could see the tears in my eyes. Another dream, yet I don't see why I would cry about such a thing. It was nothing new to me, it did not seem like it would hurt me emotionally, he is someone who can't hurt me emotionally. We don't even know each other. This feeling, I believe it is not real. But, even now, it bothers me. Why did I cry because of a dream about him? He's not important to me, well not yet. If he does become important, then I wouldn't know what to do. I think, I would run away.
Run away, that's all I've done my whole life. I always run away from everything, avoiding them. I even ran away from "home". I would want to come back, though there is no point, they were never my family in the first place. What I do not understand, is why others hate their home. They have always told me how it is their sanctuary, where they spent most of their childhood, the place they love. Yet, when I offer to go back, they would simply avoid this suggestion. I want to go home. To see him, to greet him, to be with him and to apologize.
I miss you. I wish time stopped back then, so we could still be together. In the same place, in the same time. Do you not know? I still love you.
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