As a wise man said:
“Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the world to find it. Others, find it in a person. “– Beau Taplin in The explorers.
I always thought of home as a place. A place that makes me feel alive and makes me feel energized. When I traveled to Indiana, I believed to have found a home. But then I met you. Slowly at first, then all at once I fell in love with you. With every word you say or every smile you give, my heart skips a beat. And after spending 800 days of my life with you, I realize that you are my home.
Whenever I am with you, I feel at ease. I can truly be myself. You even inspire me to accept myself. You show me that love is something you do, something not just to be said, but to be shown.
In every conversation we have, I learn something new. Something new about me, about you, even about life. Getting to know you has been such an exciting adventure. There is never a dull moment when I’m with you. We’re so different, yet we’re so alike. As I always say, you are the limited edition while I am the classic. You balance me out.
Recently I have noticed something. Whenever we’re apart I get unfocused and feel empty. I wake up, my shoulders ache, my neck hurts, I’m light-headed. And that’s when I realized you are my home. Love makes you weak in a way, you know, but most importantly it makes you stronger. I’ve fallen head-over-heels for you, yet I’ve never felt firmer on my feet.
There is no one else with whom I’d rather be.