Of course i'm comfortable with them, but it's not exactly home.
I cuddle my travel man every night so tight, afraid that i might lose the thing that brings real comfort from home.
I don't like it when he's on the floor, buried under things, or even laying face down..... weird huh?
I also feel especially home sick when i wear Josh's socks.It's funny how the smallest things can mean so much to you when you're not at home.
Currently listening to: (acoustic) Swing life away- Rise against.
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