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the grammar of home

he is not the guy that holds my hands at parties and parades me to his mates. nor is he the guy that texts me i love yous or you look good, babes all the time. he doesn't bring me out on midnight jaunts to the convenience store and share overly salted instant noodles while he tells me why he loves me. he doesn't wait for me at the school gate and he doesn't pick me up in my arms and whirl me round, he doesn't kiss me senseless and he doesn't always feel like home.

he is you got this! on ugly days and stay good! on bright days. he is ham sandwiches at lunch when i decide i don't feel like tuna, and he is hopeless whines about algebra when we have mugging sessions. he argues with me and he yells, and he also apologizes after. he is imperfect statues being sanded down everyday, always growing. he is big hugs after the world collapses and he is quiet listening ears that pick up on any hint of pain. he is lousy dad jokes on post it notes and he is quiet smiles when he thinks i'm not looking. he is imperfect as he is human. i like that.

a/n: insp by cass & mg