I know you are my home. You are where my heart is. But, sometimes, it’s not easy to go home. Sometimes we have to go in directions that’s not the right one, or the longest way, because the short one is not avaliable at the moment. Sometimes it takes time. Not because we want to, but because it’s not the time yet.
I’m sure of what I feel. I know that in the end of this path, regardless of what might happen, you still will be my home, my heart, where I wanna be. It’s you, and will always be.

The day I decided to leave,
I cried like I wanted to fill up an ocean
because I knew how much that would hurt me
and how much I would miss you.
And even knowing there was no going back 
after that point, in the end, 
all I wanted was for you to ask me
to stay. 
Even though I couldn’t.