Home.

Sometimes, a lot of the times, I feel incredibly lost. That my life isn't going where I want it to go, that I'm not spending my life with the people I want to be spending it with. And that makes me feel so worthless. There's a lot behind that, a lot of different factors, but yeah. Worthless.

It's really hard to feel like that.

It all came out last night, in a lot of ways that I'm not proud of. As is typical.

But when I left and he walked me to my car, he took my face into his hands and told me more nice things than I can remember.

"You are so cherished and so loved by so many people. You are an illuminating force," among other things.

"You are such a constant in my life," I responded.

"You feel like home to me."

He does. He feels like home.

I just don't know what to do with that.

He feels like home, but I feel like empty and that should probably be addressed.