I feel as though the words you wrote me will stay trapped, echoing through my unconscious mind no matter our distance apart
Your words have the the ability to make me feel things that I didn't know words could make me feel
and I am constantly more and more captivated by each entry of your journal
quite frankly, I would find full amusement in reading something as simple of your shopping lists
I am no longer a raindrop in someone's ocean,
I am now an appalling thunderstorm
who unapologetically demands a second glance.
Thank you for checking all of my boxes over and over again until holes wore in the pages of my notebook.
I love how we have always deemed the time we spend together more important than a good nights sleep because I would much rather have trouble keeping my eyes open tomorrow than miss out on engaging in 4am conversation with you.
You mouth the words to your favourite song playing loudly out of the stereo as I watch, enamoured by just how nice the red glow of a passing taillight looks as it dances across your face.
I am across the world in a country I have never visited before, yet I do not have even the most evanescent feeling of fear because my home is two arms and a heartbeat.
to me, you are home.
Written while travelling through Greece.