Simple
I like to travel, to be unknown.
I like to dwell in the eyes of strangers.
I like first impressions and new beginnings, and I don't ever like them to end.
I like it when people narrate their stories and try to be nice.
I like it when I don't have time to overthink.
I love to come home, to feel welcomed.
I love to dwell in the arms of the loved ones.
I love it when we hug in silence,
for there's nothing we haven't talked about.
I love familiarity and warmth.
I love mementos and nostalgia.
I love it when everything is simple.
I love the feeling of home.
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