ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ

Aboard the train bound for bandung.
Started to think how Bandung used to feel so so so much like a second home.
Until it isn’t. Until it is just another city like other cities.
It doesn’t feel like home anymore because the people making it feels like one are not there anymore. We part ways. We go figure out our own things.
Then it hits me. Home is where your heart is, indeed. And Bandung doesn’t feel like one anymore, because the people that my heart used to belong to, are not there anymore.

Missing you guys big time.