Home Isn’t Always a House

Home isn’t always a house with walls and a roof, sometimes it’s simply a heartbeat. Home to me is my friends that make me feel loved, my friends that make me smile for quite a long while. Home is the kind of person I’ll still want to talk to when I’m old. Home is the kind of person that to me is worth more than gold. Home are the girls who make happy thoughts appear. Home are the girls who make negative thoughts disappear. Home has an everlasting love given to me. Home has a feeling to let myself be. Home is a blessing I pray for everyone to have because I couldn’t imagine life without it. After all, my home couldn’t be any better, even if it’s not a building.