We have traveled thousands of miles, seen the world in different lengths.
Crossed the ocean to see some divergence in the world.
We went our separate ways, yet found our back way to each other.
With no incentive and no logic,
I found myself in your arms again.

For we may have been across an ocean, in a different world,
an unrecognizable locality, but I still found my true home.
The place I feel safe, the place there is comfort.
No geography can place a distance between us,
and not due to any numerical implication.

Because even across the world, there you are.
The one waiting in the bus station, and knocking on the hotel door.
The one walking me off the train and seeing me off to a flight.

But eventually reality would set back in. Across the ocean we would go again.
And my only expectation was that the close proximity would bring us further apart.

But now, in this place that was my home, you are more my home than ever.
For you are no longer waiting on the end of a one way trip,
you're the one next to me. The one behind the wheel steering us towards a better place.
And for the first time, there is this sense of control.
Seeing you next to me, not through the tinted window or a heavy door, just your hand in reach,
makes me thankful to be alive every day, to wake up every morning,
and know that you will never be an ocean away again, as long as we are on our way together.