Touching you, holding you and kissing you felt wrong.  Like I was trapped in a sick nightmare, unable to escape the memories of my past.  I couldn't think of anything else, it was branded across my vision, my thoughts, my soul.  Just you, you, you, fucking everywhere.  I wanted to scream.  Kissing him, made me want you.  Him wanting me, made me want you even more.  And once I left him, it was like a flood.  A stupid, fucking repetition of things that are supposed to be over.  I want to forget, I want to want him without comparing, without craving something that I'll never have.  You are like home, when you're away from home its strange and unfamiliar and after a while you just want to go back, sleep in your own bed, walk in your own house.  When I'm away from you, its strange and unfamiliar, I just don't feel comfortable with anyone else.  I was having such a crap day and you texted me.  It was like you knew.  That one text patched my world up again.  Because that one text meant one thing, you were thinking about me.  I know we can never be a we, but I need to have you in my life.  Without you everything is different.  And you know what, I like home.