I’m coming home

“It’s ok. You know this. I love you without limit. I understand if you might be scared. I see inside you as deep as I can comprehend. I miss you very much. I love you.”

I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I left. I was young and wanted to explore everything I was deprived of while growing up. Always feeling like I missed out on things, like I had so much to make up for. I moved half a world a way and now I’m coming back. Alone. Somehow I think that’s how it was always meant to be.