156 + 2 more !!
It has been 156 days since my home has felt like home. In just two short days, I can wake up and breath in an air that consists of yours near by. A home is a home is a home is my heart. I cannot wait to sit in your car with my legs crossed on your tan leather seats, while you frantically flip through your iPod to pick a song that fits your mood. I cannot wait to hangout in your living room in the late hours of night, when you slowly move to the fridge to pour a cup of cold 2% milk from Ralphs, accompanied of course by gushers or a cookie. I cannot wait to curl up next to you on your cozy flannel sheets, while we browse for our new obsession on netflix. I cannot wait to listen to stories about the places you’ve seen, and steps I only wish I could have taken. I can’t wait to feel your heart beat underneath the fabric of your soft shirts that I can never let go of. I can’t wait for the time when we realize we are bored of the place we are hanging out at, and we drive home, and you ask me to hangout longer, until you want to go to sleep. I cannot wait to hear you laugh, and see your smile, that can instantly steal my love. I cannot wait to be yours again. To really be yours. And for you to be mine. And for the both of us to finally be home.
