to my love, this has taken me a lot to write. because this has taken me a lot of time to admit that home could not just be a place. home is in the shape of you. home is you. and i'm here to tell you why.
i think it's safe to say that i have found a home in you, in the way you look at me, in the way you speak of love, in the way you smell, in the way you hold me, and in the softest of your touches.
i have found a home in the laughter that we share with one another, in the stories we tell of each other, in the couches we sit on wherever we go. and even in moments wherein we don't understand each other, i still find a home in you.
i think, you are more than capable of making any place, a home. this is when i realized that a home is not just the confinement of the house that holds a roof over my head, home is where i truly find myself in. and i honestly cannot find straying too far away from you, because you are home.