“I knocked on the door but I don’t know if it was yours, I would have returned before but my eyes were blinded when I burned down the bridge to come back home” You were always my home
Were we wrong? Yes, we were wrong. But at least we were wrong, putting our hearts and all of ourselves into it, and we learned to recognize that home isn't just the place we give, but also the place where we are welcomed with love and the way we are.