Home

Sometimes, home isn't a place. It's a feeling.

I haven't been home for quite some time.

"It's been a while." I said.

"I missed you." She replied.

I could've sworn my face felt red hot.

There was something about that hug. After what felt like ages, we parted

and she gave the faintest of smiles-

My knees almost buckled.

Sometimes, home isn't a place.

Sometimes it's two arms reaching out for a hug-

Home felt like her.