"Finding you was like coming home, After years of wandering, miles alone.
Holding you was like stopping time, A world stood still, your hand in mine.
Falling for you was like gravity’s pull, No way to stop, no way to fool.
Loving you was like a whispered prayer, A touch of light, a breath of air.
Tasting you was like stolen sin, Like velvet heat and cinnamon skin.
Wanting you was like wildfire’s breath, Scorching, searing, burning past death.
Needing you was like losing control, A man undone, a heart made whole.
Touching you was like poetry’s fire, Ink on skin, a whispered desire.
Taking you was like breaking free, Unchained, unleashed, wild and me.
Because, my sweetheart, you were always meant, To be the home where I could rest."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I don't think I've ever laughed this much in my life.
Walking out of my home with Cameron, Isla, Freya, and George after an entire day spent with my family had me feeling warm-like the kind of warmth that settles deep in your chest.
"The Callahan bloodline is actually cursed," Cameron muttered, rubbing his temple as we walked down the snow-dusted pavement. "I swear to God, even the kids are lethal. A seven-year-old shouldn't have the ability to roast me the way Aadam's cousin did. That's just unnatural."
"She called you a walking disaster," Isla said, trying not to laugh.
"She fucking diagnosed me," Cameron deadpanned.
George let out a laugh. "You're just mad because you lost an argument to a primary school kid."
Cameron scowled. "Mate, I didn't just lose an argument. I got verbally annihilated by a child who still thinks Santa is real." He threw his hands up. "I was unarmed! Unprepared! That little demon came at me with a full PowerPoint presentation on why I'll probably never find success, and you know what? It was convincing! I almost believed her myself!"
I let out a quiet chuckle, shaking my head. To be fair, she wasn't wrong. But I'm not about to say that out loud unless I want to be murdered before Christmas dinner.
