home isn’t really a place.
home is the sound of your voice, your laugh, even your breathing.
it is the warmth and security I feel, every time I'm in your arms.
it is every single thing about you that I get to know each moment that I’ve been with you.
home is us, making the best of our days and not wanting it to end.
home isn’t really a place;
home is you and me.
together.
