.

I looked into your eyes,

and I realised that you're more important to me than I ever knew.

It's weird, isn't it.

How you don't even know which ones are the important ones,

but at times it hits you.

Which ones are the good ones.

Like when you come into a room,

and when you see their face a smile spreads.

A warm feeling.

It's pretty nice,

I have to say.

How lovely it was

I learned a couple of things this past week,

like how England never feels further away than when you're in Sweden.

And how wonderful it is to sit around a dining table having a conversation with your grandmother, after not knowing if you'd ever see her again.

And how amazing my parents are for always, always, always being there. And how grateful I am that they accepted my tattoo, no questions asked.

Every time I go home, the feeling of wanting to leave shrinks a bit more.