someonesomewhere

Today, I am riddled with thoughts of you. You have made a home for yourself in my headspace and I cannot seem to kick you out. If I knew what was good for me I probably would have a long time ago. But here you are, where my subconscious lives, only I would be lying if I said you didn't feel like home. I had a conversation last night, as I have with others many previous times. They always seem to go the same way or follow the same thought process. "What is it about him?" and "You should let him ...