Your baseless emotions find home in her heart. Her immature thoughts reside in your mind. But for the people like me? I never seem to find a home. And the ones I do find, I have to let go. I guess homes aren't for people like me. I am a wanderer and I can't ever stay at one place for long. I always have to leave. For you or for myself.
And why would someone even want to provide shelter to someone who can't stay? Someone who can't revert you back with the same warmth that you provide her?
People like me, we stay in houses. Because our feelings don't find home at one place, they always tend to leave. They always want to stay alone.
But then what if we don't want to become a wanderer though? What if we actually intended to stay in the first place? Well, that is how most of us have been made. We haven't always been wanderers. We haven't always left. But at one time, our home broke down, while we were still in it. Or perhaps, someone came and locked the door from inside. Since then, we've been wandering. Looking for homes and never finding one.