Home

Home is where I feel loved. A safe haven from the storm. A place where I can let
my hair and guard down, comfortable in sharing all that I am. Tears running down
my face in laughter or pain, when I’m home, it’s okay. You are my home.

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Enough

Looking into your eyes is enough

Holding your hand is enough

Laughing with you until I cry or being with you in complete silence is enough

Knowing that you love me and you’ll always be there is enough

We’re complete people in our own right, but interlocking halves of the same soul, and that’s enough

That’s all I need