Tick, tick, tick.

The sounds of his fingers dancing on his keyboard,
lulling to me to sleep.

Click, click, click.

The sounds of him fighting the boss battle,
leads me to my dreams.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

The sounds of her drawing,
guards me as I rest.

The glow of the television eliminating our faces.

Surrounded by friends,
I see no better way,
to end my day.

What is he like?
How does he dress?
What does he read?

The questions come flooding in like my feelings when I first saw him,
except instead of riding the wave,
I'm drowning in it.

Drowning in scrutinizing eyes,
curious mouth,
and women past their prime,
trying to live vicariously through me.

How old is he?
What's his major?
Where does he go to school?

A word of advice,
never start dating around the holidays,
you instantly become the center of attention.

There intentions are good,
but they hold my regard for them far to high.
Thinking, they can pass of fail the one I love like a school boy on an exam.
Thinking, they can void him like an unfavorable law.
Thinking, there opinion really matters to me.

Where is he from?
What does his parents do?
How long have you known him?

I humor them,
for these conversations can be fun sometimes,
I do love talking about him.

Though the questions are never ending,
as though we are in a ring,
and they are looking for an opening,
circling around me,
trying to find the week spot.

Interrogation me,
trying to make me crack,
for surely no boy can be so perfect.

Where does he work?
Does he watch sports?
What clubs is he in?

I do not understand why they feel so entitled to my life,
I do not understand when my happiness stopped being enough.
I do not understand when you became part of our relationship.

I love him,
and he loves me,
and everyone else will just have to live with that.

Approval be ******.

Home is a funny place,
its somewhere between love,
and a warm bed.

It lives between a building,
and a sole.

It is a place,
an idea,
and a person.

Home is where you can be yourself,
where you don't need to try,
and you are loved.

Home does not need to be where you live,
or where you sleep,
or where you keep your things.

It can be in a hallway,
on your way to class.

On a beach,
in the middle of summer.

In a restaurant,
surrounded by people.

In a studio,
in a hug,
on the street.

Home can be a place,
but it can move.

Though your address may never change,
your home could be always moving.

You may think that you lost your home,
but maybe you just lost yourself.
When you find it again,
you will see,
it has always been waiting.

Home may not always be the easiest place to be,
it needs constant upkeep,
and it is not always simple.

Everything you put into your home,
will come back,
and the more people you invite in,
the larger it gets.

Dare to let them in,
dare to be hurt,
dare to build a home.

My friends,
thank you,
for building a home,
with me.

Warm welcoming hallways,
friendly smiles,
warm bed.

I look forward to returning to a place that feels more like home,
then my house,
ever did.

Understanding,
paragraphs said in silence,
love.

I will miss the people that know me best,
and have brought me this far.

Without whom,
I would be lost.

On the nights I'm not with you,
I think of the time you first kissed me,
and how delightfully surprised I was.

On the nights I sleep alone,
I think of how we met,
and how a simple twist of fate has changed everything.

On the nights I'm sad,
I think of how you look at me,
and how you just stare with the goofy sideways smile.

On the nights I'm mad,
I think of how you hold me,
and how a simple hug can brighten my day.

On the nights I can not sleep,
I think of the boy who saved me,
and how in such short a time I have fallen for him.

I think of our similarities
and our differences.

Our values
and our flaws.

But most of all,
most of all I think of how your hand fits in mine,
and how I will never let it go.

I will be your rock,
when you feel there is no one left,
stand on me and I will give you stability.

Let me hold you and block out the world,
let me mend your wounds,
and love your scars.

As long as you let me I will always be there for you,
do not try push me away,
I will not go.

You simply need to take my hand,
reach out,
I will always be by your side.

I will not forsake you,
I will not forget you,
and I will always love you.

I can no promise that I will be perfect,
that we will always be happy,
or that I will not have my faults.

But I swear to you,
I will never give up on you,
just please try to remember,
how much you mean to me.