I don’t know why I like you and feel so attached to you. Perhaps it’s because I could talk about anything and you wouldn’t mind. Is because I could tell you an honest thing and you wouldn’t mind to accept me still. Is because I could be just myself and show you the very real version of me: my thoughts, my weirdness, my dark side and my past -and I still found you there. The more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re something special because you’re the place I’ll come home to. And at home, you’re always feel comfortable and secure to be just you.