It's been a while since I wrote something significant here, at least for me and I was wondering when it will hit me again. I felt like I have abandon this place where I've once filled with thoughts and things that matter to me. I know I can always come back to it, that it will always be there for me to fill it with anything I want to pour my heart on. It doesn't matter whether people judge me for it because I know somehow someone out there will stumble upon this and is able to relate to whatever the heck I'm saying.
So it goes….
After everything, after all encounters I realize what's important. It's not about the distance or what he does or what people thinks of him, what matters most is him; how genuine he is, how he is always there when I needed someone to talk to, how his silence can sometimes mean that it's okay to hear your own. There's comfort in having someone familiar. You just feel home and maybe that's just want I needed.