I'm coming home.
I'm so drained because of finishing tons of works. I am going back to Cabanatuan after years of staying here in QC because I didn't know that this decision will be so tiring for me. This was my choice, to stay away from all the people that I've known since I was born and to run away from all the problems at home.
I met you at the bus, you're sitting beside me then you chatted with me during the trip because you said you were bored. You asked me where I was going and when I said the place, you told me that you were going there too. I don't believe in destiny or with any romantic tales, so I didn't mind everything that you were saying. I didn't bother to answer you, I just nod or say a word.
Since day 1 of my stay in QC you're always there beside me even though I was an apathetic and cold-hearted person, you never leave my side. It was me whom you prioritize. Then after weeks of being nosy, we became friends. Every day I have rants and stories to share with you but you never get tired of listening to me. Every day I tell you that I want to go back to my beloved city but your reply was always "You need to accomplish your goals for your family before you go back there. I know you can. I believe you can." Then I will just sigh after hearing those words.
But now I'm here going back to where I came from and tears started streaming down on my face after realizing that home is beside me from the very first day that I stayed here. Home isn't always a place, sometimes it's a person. Then I realized...
I'm leaving home.