When I’m with you, my guard is down. You’ve caused the bricks in my ice castle to crumble. Even the sharpest edges became tender at your fingertips. You’ve calmed the raging seas within me.

You told me to look at you, to trust you, and to believe that everything would be okay. You reminded me that it’s okay to not have it all together, and that it’s okay to not always seem collected, even though I believed I had zero room for fuck-ups. You told me I was beautiful, but more than that, you made it your personal endeavor to show me the way that you saw me.

Some people spend days, months, years, trying to understand me. But you? You just get me. We do silly things, like put on your old timey music and slow dance around the living room while laughing. You bring ice cream over to my place, even though you’re not a huge fan of desserts. But you still buy them, because you know I love them.

We can stand in front of the bathroom sink debating over the length of my bangs and argue about silly things like which shoes go best with your black jeans. There are days where we try to do our work, but we get distracted and end up watching silly videos or just lying around doing absolutely nothing. Sometimes, we behave like actual adults, getting everything we need to do done, and other times we behave like children.

You teach me new things everyday and everyday, I find out new things about you. You taught me how to throw a punch in self-defense, even though you knew I’d end up using you as target practice. You taught me the correct way to cross the road (look left, look right, look left again) and how to cut veggies and fruits the right way so I wouldn’t end up chopping off my fingers.

We can sit in the same spot for two hours and have conversations that count. We can talk about what we’re afraid of, what makes each other tick, and how much we mean to each other. We can talk about topics that actually matter, instead of just engaging in superficial chatter.

We make lame jokes so often that all our friends just shake their heads and roll their eyes, accepting the fact that we have become a collateral unit. You respect my opinions, and I yours, but you give me the best advice, because you only want what’s best for me.

You always say that I’m drifting off and don’t listen to you, and today, mid-conversation, I did drift off for a bit. I looked at you and realized I’ve never felt this way or been this sure about anyone.

When I’m with you, I feel like we can take on the world. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m home.