a place of my own

I can be in a room full of people and feel alone. I am still trying to figure out my place in this world, but who know… one day this person is your friend and the next she’s not. Then you have to wonder if the click that you’re in even cares that you’re there. Some days are better then others, but it is the days that you don’t feel you fit in, like you’re needed…or wanted…I feel like that a lot these days, because the man that stole my heart went into the military, and he took my heart with him.
Someone asked me the other day where I lived, and the only thing I could think of to say was that my home is 3,000 miles away. This place is not my home anymore! My heart is where ever he is. That is where I belong! That is where my home is, and it will always be!