Home is where is the heart is..I created a home for us. I thought a home was more than four walls and a roof. It was a place where our dreams were shared, created and materialized. I feel homeless right now. I am literally homeless. My home is where you are and you are not here.
Seeing you refer to your pad as your new home hurt me. I helped you create your new home. I put my tears into your new home. How can you have a new home if I am not in it.
But I am homeless. We bought a place together. We tore down walls, rebuilt walls, painted walls, fought over paint colours and designs. I love our home. I had some many dreams for our home. I wanted this home to be so many things for us.
I feel like a prisonier in our home right now. Every wall, piece of furniture has a memory attached to it about you.
I miss you.
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