She said goodbye to another body she knew as home. Another soul that had almost become her own. But as much as she loved him, he never understood that home was never a place. Home was his arms, home was his heart. Home was something no one but themselves could tear apart. Home provided happiness like no other because happiness was never about the places explored or the personal battles conquered. Happiness was seeing those beautiful eyes and smile time and time again. Home was about having a lover and friend. But home was a one-way stream, home, in reality, was nothing more than a dream. An idea that was never fulfilled and was easily killed because at the end it was all about the thrill.
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