let me come home

Home, let me come home.
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Home, yes I am home.
Home is when I'm in love with you.



Every time I hear this, I think of her. It's been stuck in my head for the past 3 days, playing nonstop on repeat.

She was a vital part of home for me.

Fresh home from vacation and all I wanted was to hold my baby.

She will always be my sassy owl-eyed cat, and I will always be her little girl.

What I feared most in these past few months was that I wouldn't make it home in time.

I didn't. She's gone.

I don't want to face the world for a few days, but I can't put my life on hold. In the real world, there's no pause button, no way to make everything stop while I make myself face the pain, and the realization that someone so much a part of me is gone forever. That she's gone forever.

I can't just wallow in my own sorrow, I can't take off and go home for a few days.

I have no one here. No one here who can offer the solace I need, the comfort I so desperately crave.