What is home? Most people say home is where you live, it's where you sleep, eat and breath, others say it's where your wifi automatically connects. But what if home was neither of those? what if home wasn't the place where you feel most comfortable? What if it wasn't the place that has all your belongings? What if home doesn't exist as a place?
What if home exists as a person?
What if home was the person that you could be completely and unapologetically yourself with? What if home was the person you felt alive with? What if home was the person that you could spend every waking hour with and never get bored?
He was my home, he made me feel eccentric, he made me live life to the full. He didn't watch me fail, he helped me reach success, he is my home. He always was and always will be my home.
He was my home because he was himself around me. No need to apologise for snorting when you laugh, we were comfortable around each other, we built a home together, we help each other up when we fall, we laugh along the way, we cry along the way with a few fights in between. But he was my home.
He was my home because no matter who comes and goes, he remains by my side till the end of time. He was the poem that you read on a rainy day, he's the drink of hot chocolate on a snowy day, he's the adrenaline rush on a night out, he's the fear that comes with a tattoo or piercing, he's the love that comes with your favourite food. He was himself, and I adored him.
He was home.
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