cliche of the day: home is where the heart is.

i feel like, you know you really care for someone when you find yourself randomly thinking about them throughout the day. you may be in a situation or place completely irrelevant to anything that might remind you of them, yet they somehow end up on your mind.
and that reminder of that person is never just a memory of simplicity, not just the image of their face, but a rush of all the greatest moments compressed into one. and when it all whisks away your mind, its an undeniably incredible feeling, because those moments are the ones you know you belong most.
when all other times, there may be that tiny, hindering feeling of displacement, that small, subconscious sense of not belonging, it is in this beautiful state of mind only that those notions are completely nonexistant.

in his arms is where the heart is.

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