That's where I got his nickname He always STAY for me, so I called him YATS
Time passes by, Growing up away from each other The "always" turns into "sometimes"
But we managed to keep each other And whenever we had a time to meet, It always feels HOME
I still call him Yats, He may not be physically present but I know, he will always be there He may not always stay, but I know I just know, he's there..
There are people in our lives that no matter how long we haven't seen or talked to them, still it feels like home upon seeing them again. There is always a sense of familiarity.