come home to me if you ever find yourself homesick for me, know that I still remember the sound of the keypad beeping by the front door. don’t hesitate to come back, punch in the code and walk through like you never left. I remember your favorite foods, what I used to cook for you, what we ordered when neither of us felt like cooking. I won’t ask you to explain. I won’t acknowledge the absence of you all these months or your sudden reappearance. instead, I will ask what you’re in the mood for, whether I should start cooking or just call it in. don’t be afraid to come home to me. I am still here. I’ve been listening for those familiar beeps since the day you walked out and didn’t come back in.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​