*closer to yours*

Lying in this room filled with ironic memories, in this bed with my "puppy" and looking at that picture of us, I find myself missing you even more. I want to be in your arms once again, I don't feel at home here. This place is but a mere house, it is not my home. It is filled with awkward memories of this ummer and pictures that are foreign to me. The walls and air are cold and in this house, the only thing that comforts me is my family around me. But even there, I find more comfort in your arms and in your embrace. Out of my heart to yours, I miss you so, so much. So all I can hope for, wait for, and look forward to is when I see you again and when my heart beats closer to yours once again....