It's been a pretty crazy week.
At least that's what it felt for me.
A precious housemate of ours left today.
Walked out of the door just a few minutes ago.
Streaks of tears are marring my cheeks and water is clinging to my eyelashes.
There were no spells casted, no need of it
but her presence in this house was always warm.
I will always remember the feeling of happiness everytime she would walk in through the door - any door - after a holiday with her family and she'd be greeted so welcoming from it; with sincerity that is shocking even to me
Like a big sister everyone ran to
the feeling of losing such warmth; do you know it?
She was a one in a billion. A gazillion even.
I hope she'll come by this house again.
I want to be selfish and say that this is still her house. A place she can come back to if she ever needs to.
It's Not Goodbye; It's See You Later