Prompt from here.
‘I want to see the world,’ I heard you say.
With those twinkling eyes, you looked like a little boy telling me he wants to be an astronaut.
‘What is the world to you?’ I heard myself ask.
I looked up from my cup of tea, absentmindedly stirring it.
You looked surprised.
Probably wondering where the question came from.
‘World is a place that is not home,’ you seemed to ponder aloud.
I leaned forward, curious. ‘Why would you want to leave home so badly?’
An embarrassed grin crept across your face, but no answer surfaced.
It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to know the message behind your expression.
It was not that you want to leave your home.
Someone was already out there calling you to follow her footsteps around the universe, inviting you further and further away from where you are right now – from where we are right now.
You once told me that I made you feel like home.
That was why you liked having me around.
That moment, I understood.
I might be your home.
But that special someone…
She was already your world.