I love Summer, but I find comfort in cold, rainy weather and a pair of socks; I write the date backwards; I can't resist white shirts nor his arms, and I am happy as long as I have work to do.
I lose and find myself frequently and I am yet to find the place I belong to.
So for all the times of suffering and glory; for whenever and wherever I lose and find myself; for either love and heartbreaking; for life and all the times I want to freeze it; for you, for me, for us; for all my dreams and whatever I might go through...
Well, here's home.
