I'm sitting here far far away from you.
Last summer we went on holiday together. On the train back to London you sent me a text message: Welcome to London and home baby.
What you didn't know that home is where you are. It is where I am happiest.
Now that I am sitting here typing this, I wonder why did I choose to return. Did I really think I could do it?
I've returned back to my family. Why didn't I think with my brain and not my emotions?
Can I go home to you?