A Secret Heart

Nothing is sexier than someone who wants you as much as you want them.

I used to think home was when I slept in my bed at my parents house, or when I could relive the old days, but now that I’ve met you, I can say what home really is. Home is the smile you give me when I tell you that I love you, or the laugh you make when I tell a joke. Home is my hand in yours, reminding me that you are here and not a dream. Home is your name on my lips as I say how much I’ve missed you. Home is not the familiar, it’s you and I together again, and darling, I’m homesick for you every time I say goodbye. Yet, I can’t help but be thankful that I can finally say that I’ve found home, and it’s the most beautiful home I could ever hope to have.

You want to know what it was? The moment I knew you were it? It was when I showed you the darkest parts of me, and, instead of running away, you rolled out a blanket, laid on your back, and pointed out the stars.