oceansamantha

And for the first time in my life,
I knew that home wasn't a house and home isn't a building. I knew home was a body with scars and thoughts. I knew home was a skeleton with a rib cage and a heart behind it. I knew home had windows to the soul and a nose in between. I knew home had a bright smile and laughed at her own jokes. I knew home was strong, but sometimes it would rain there too. I knew home had green eyes and I knew home had a contagious laugh. And I now know what it's like to be home sick.

In a room full of art, he was looking at her.