i''m almost happy here but i never feel at home

I remember when you stopped saying “I love you.” Unless you were saying “I love you too.” And I remember when even saying that was hard for you.

And I remember the day that our blue suitcase on the top shelf of my closet disappeared, and so did the passion you had for me here and the fear of knowing you could leave me had vanished but so did the reason I ever felt purpose.