Homecoming was amazing, returning into your embrace. I felt so full, warm, so cozy happy in that cuddle but yet, that’s as long as it last. 

We are just friends. Or ex to be exact. 

When questioned the night before:” What are we?” You answered:” Friends”. Well of cos, you are right. As always, always. But yet a friend who hold my hands and return my hugs so warm. It is sad how fate make you fall in love, yet so different and difficult. Or maybe not. As a friend said:” Truth is simple; if isn’t, not truth.”

I guess. Maybe, no matter how difficult, if it is meant to last, if it is really love, it shd just last right? As simple as that. 

Thus, homecoming; happy but bittersweet and endless sleepless nights.