It is as though my heart has just settled next to a crackling fire.

I pray to hear your heartbeat next to mine, creating a rhythmic cadence that will last until the end of time.

Make a good story of it when you finally heal. Leave behind all that negativity, but take your lessons with you when you go.

I guess I wasn’t really a stranger anymore.

If there’s anything we want to find in life other than love, it would be home.

I wear our memories on my sleeve like paintings on a wall. I soak in our laughter like sun-soaked curtains on a bright afternoon. I recall your voice in my head like a record player stuck on repeat.

It’s where your heart beats, and your mind grows.

For me, the definition of home has been ever changing. 

Thank you for staying; staying even when we allow the storms within us to overwhelm us.

My home in my heart cannot be taken away like it once was, those few years ago.