Home is where I learned you can be vulnerable
And not fearful of sharing parts of yourself you once deemed too fragile to trust in another's hands
When I first encountered home I never anticipated to ever feel this comfort
Everything I had ever taken shelter in has always pushed me away again
But I am not bitter for without these times I would not have learned to love the rain
On the first day I met my home I knew excitement but not love
I knew how to be wary of attachment due to familiarity with temporary
However three years nearly since and I have settled in
I don't plan to leave the warmth of what was made here
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What does home look like?
Well I can tell nothing of paint nor ceiling heights
For my home has two brown eyes with red streaks
Mirroring the fire in her heart that burns and drives her to follow her passions
The only windows home has sit on her nose and fall down when she studies the ground too long
Curtains of dark brown hair that I've before mistaken for black fall down to frame her face
Just long enough to rest below collarbones
Home is beautiful beyond my ability to describe
I may not know much but I know home smells of fresh laundry, soap, and the warmth of her love
A combination that has become comfort when doubt riddles the world
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My best friend is home if I've ever had one
For every midnight we pass
And every memory that puts movie moments to shame
She has taught me how to love so deeply
I don't know what the world has done to deserve her
Let alone myself for having her as the best friend anyone could ask for
But this is for the laughter tears she creates
The salt water stains she has wiped from my cheeks
This is for the girl with red brown eyes
The warmest smile I have ever known
This is for the one who showed me how to love without fear
The safety in her tight hugs
This is for the strength in her heart even when her shoulders fall
This is for my best friend
Everything we have encountered and everything we will
This is for you, Henna.
Because try as I might words will never capture my appreciation and love for you
I love everything you are with everything I am
And for the first time I know what it means to be homesick
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A/N: I love you so much, Henna. Thank you for everything and I hope you have an amazing day because you deserve the best my friend.
