Home is what I felt.

I love how you sheepishly beam whenever I catch you staring at me. 

You fix your gaze on my face as if it's the last time you'll see me.

I like the way you look at me, as if I were made of stardust and moonlight. 

The kind of gaze that lingers and seeps into the soul.

I want you to keep staring at me, so you won’t forget my not so pretty face.

I want you to keep staring at me so I can remember every mark on your face - your mole, your fine lines, your brown eyes.

I want you to keep staring at me so I can kiss you passionately.

Then...

I will love you when the sunrise feels hopelessly vanished and the sunset lost its magic.

I will love you when it seems there's nothing left but emptiness and darkness.

I will love you on cold summer nights when you crave warmth and a tight hug.

I will love you and kiss you until the morning light.

I will hold you close and calm your fears. I will shower you with soft and sweet kisses.

I will love you while the world offers us boundless uncertainty and copious hope.

I will love you for the man you are, what you will become, and even the little boy within you.

I will love you with everything I know how to love.

Because…

When I look at you, I see my fate intertwined with yours.

Home is what I felt.

 ❤❤❤

Ash

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