Home sure is not a place.
Home is not an address, it is a beating heart, a soul.
That person, yes that person is your home.
Everything else is just… Everything else.
Isn’t it strange, how one person can have so much of an impact on you?
There are thousands of people you have met, you are meeting, you may meet… Yet there is something, just something that is so unique about that one person which differentiates him/her from the rest. No matter how casual, how ordinary they may be, but still we perceive them as something more. Perhaps they ARE something more.
You know you have found them when you start looking for excuses for every time they hurt or upset you.
You try to understand them, their situation, the reasoning behind their decisions… And tend to sympathise. You don’t wish to blame them for anything.
You care for them, more than yourself. You wish all the endless positives and happiness for them, but also to be a part of it all WITH them.
You know it well that they mean a lot to you. Perhaps, always will. But you are afraid to express it in completion… Afraid of losing them… Afraid of falling for something which will only hurt.
Attachments are always risky, but you won’t know the benefits (or cons) if you don’t take a step further.
Apparently, these are all things we know. Yet when we read or come across them then there is some kind of relate-ability that we find. Life is equally short and long. Too short for some things, too long for others. Coming back to where we started, a famous saying goes “Home is where the heart is”… Perhaps it meant that home is the person with whom your heart is. And THAT has made all the difference.