I was never the one to think that I could find home within someone else. I always thought home was a physical place, and I always expected myself to find a place to call home. I struggled to be able to find that place because of how hard I was looking. A home is a place where you feel safe, where you feel loved, and where you never want to leave.
I found my home, and it isn't a place, it is a person. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel loved, and I cannot imagine leaving him. He is the first person to know how to calm me down during my worst anxiety attacks. I have given him all the power in the world to shatter me into a billion pieces, and I know he never will. He is home.
He is home because he wants to become a better person because of me, and I want to become a better person because of him.
He is home because my family loves him, and that's a big deal because they can be hard to impress.
He is home because his family makes me feel welcomed, and when I meet new people, it takes me a long time to feel like I belong.
He is home because he will do anything in his power to make sure that I feel comfortable: we would carry me on his back while he walks on broken glass just to make sure that I stay unharmed.
He is home because he defends me, even when I am in the wrong.
He is home because even when I am unrealistic, he agrees with me because he knows that it will make me happy.
He is home because no matter how many times we tried to go our separate ways, somehow we always found our way back into each other's arms.
The moment that I realized that home didn't have to be a place, is the moment that I found happiness, and when I found happiness, is when I knew that I loved him.
We are in no way perfect: We butt heads about dumb things, we say things when we are mad because we know it will bother the other one, and we do things to annoy one another. But that doesn't mean that we aren't made for each other, all it means is that we are human: I truly believe that we aren't perfect to everyone else because we are perfect for each other.
On the very rare occasion that we are separated, the entire time, all I can think about is when we will be reunited, even if it's a couple hours because of class, or a couple of weeks because he had a family reunion in Europe. Without him, I do not feel safe. He is home. My heart is his, and his heart is mine.
I never thought that someone could take a person as stubborn as me and be able to make me melt in their hands. I never thought that I could love someone, I was angry at the world and I liked it, so I was perfectly content with being incapable of loving someone else. So when I met him, and found a heart that bettered mine, and found someone that made me believe in love, I knew I found home.
I love you. Thank you for being my safe haven.
