is like reading my favorite novel. When I yearn for time to stand still. When I long to move to the next chapter, to have new beginnings to look forward to, to continue the adventure together, but I also want to linger in the present, savor each moment for as long as I can, while I’m here. When there are infinite, inexplicable moments I want to seize from the sieve and write poems about, and fatiguing memories that effortlessly knock me out.
But every time I picture us together in my mind, I inadvertently smile, because I see us cheerfully rise through pitfalls and impediments, I see holding hands until we reach the aisle. I see us gazing at a cloudless blue sky, sitting by the sea and sipping mugs of piping hot coffee. I see us sticking our necks out for each other and flaunting our eccentricity.
Because with you, I know I can burn the baggage I carry, and unapologetically be me. With you, I know no matter how tedious the journey, we’d always end up together, happy. With you, I know I wouldn’t have to mince words, be dressed to the teeth or reek of cologne.
Because with you, I’m home.