i miss my home

i'm back home 

abai kan bilik yg bersepah :')

I miss all the little things. Like him driving with his hand resting on my knee and the way wed share a big gooey ice cream. But I especially miss the hot nights in those rooms when he was all around me, the taste, and the scent and the feel of him. And Id fall asleep in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat being the last thing I heard before going to sleep. I ache with longing.