"I feel outlandish, almost everywhere I go, like I don't belong, I never have been and I never will be", he said, with a hint of unmistakable pain in his voice.
"Hmm..It can be so..", she said, voice choked with the efforts of avoiding tears.
"But when I walk through the door of your house, it feels like home, where I belong, where things actually matter and it feels nice to be home", his voice cracked up a bit,"really nice".
"Well..., You should remember that home is waiting for you to return", a tear rolled down her redend cheek, "It goes lonely for home also".
And then they were separated again, just to suffer the terrible fruit their love was yeilding.

©Radhe