fools | 2jae

what drink do you like?

mark asked.

cider.

i replied,

without much thought.

we were in my favourite joint.

i felt so happy.

like this,

we spent the whole afternoon eating,

laughing away,

and talking.

it was fun.

really fun.

at the end of the day,

i really didn't feel like going home,

to meet my dad.

the thought of it,

makes me all queasy.

i had a lot of fun today,

mark.

i told him.

me too.

it's been awhile since i laughed that much,

you have a very pretty laughter,

it makes me feel very happy,

whenever i see you laughing.

thank you,

for today,

youngjae.

no,

thank you,

mark.

i haven't truly laughed for a long time,

till today,

so thank you,

mark.

alright,

i think it's time for me to go home.

i'll see you in school tomorrow,

youngjae.

i nodded and waved goodbye to mark.

i had a lot of fun.

i don't want to go home.

what's a home?

home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.

it is the place of confidence.

it is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense,

and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.

it is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.

saysFrederick W. Robertson.

i don't have a home.

i want a home.