And I’m here
And it’s not sun and roses
And it’s not butterflies playing hide and seek in my stomach
And it’s not spring or fall or me on cloud nine

But its home
Its me waking up next to him
And the familiarity of his honey brown eyes welcoming me into the day
Its his embrace that tells me about the stories I never imagined possible
Its how he holds me till all my fears vanishes in the eternity
And how he holds me up with his arms acting like my spine
Its how he tells me I’m the world and I’m his world
It’s him
And it’s home
And I’m content

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