When I was in the States, I wanted to go back to Japan so bad.
I knew being apart from him would be hard, but I thought I'd be fine because I'd be my family and friends, who I had been missing so much for years.
But I was wrong.
It's good to be home, yet something doesn't feel right.
Being with my family and friends doesn't make me feel completely happy.. even though THIS IS what I had wanted for a long time.
Obviously, things have changed; or rather, I've changed.
What I realized is:
I don't care where I am as long as I'm with him.
I can't be completely happy without him even in Japan.
I really don't care.. like I wouldn't mind living in a small village in Africa, where I don't understand a single thing the people say, if he was there with me.
He is the source of my happiness, and he completes me.
That's all.
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