He feels like home…

It’s not going to be easy to find this person. Hell, it might not even happen let’s be realistic. But, if you do find it. If you do find this person. Please, don’t ever let it go.

Home is not a place, it’s a feeling. I will say that million times if needed.
I found home in him…in someone somewhere.

The best description of him would be that he feels like home…he feels like home on Christmas day. It can’t get better than that, right?

To me, home was never a place, It’s a feeling of home when you are with someone you love no matter where on earth you are.

Home is the way that the one that I love say my name.
Home is comfort that silences anxieties.
Home is a feeling of finding safe place in the middle of disaster.
Home is the person who doesn’t judge.
Home is undeniable feeling.
Home is where we love and home is who we love.

Home is where heartbeats are not heard but they are felt and shared.

Home is when someone somewhere feels like Sunday morning… »Hand me coffee and I could stay here until the world ends.«

Home is when you look across the room at you and wonder how the f*** I ever got lucky enough to call him mine.

Home is when he is standing there leaning on the balcony railing…holding the universe together.

Home is when everything else feels wrong, he always feels so right.

Home is with whom I can be naked, both emotionally and physically.

Home is when he gives you the kind of feeling people write novels about.
Home is built of love and dreams.

Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some people travel the world to find it…I found it in a person.

Coming home for me are his loving arms. Being in his arms ? That’s home! No matter where that may be. His arms feel more like home then any house ever did.

And falling for him wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home. Heart recognizes home.

I found someone who makes me feel cherished and safe, in a way that no one has before. I found someone whose floors and walls are etched with markings, bruises and paint splatters. I found someone who sees my imperfections as the most glorious thing in the world.

I found someone who makes being in his arms feel like the safest place in the entire world. I found someone who has cracks and wounds and lets me explore those parts of him. I found someone who makes me feel confident, that no matter what, he will still be there, sheltering me and comforting me from all the hurricanes of the world.

I found someone who keeps his door open for me, no matter the rain and the wreckage. I found someone who outstretches his hands towards me, no matter the distance and the damage. And I found the person who did not only become my home, but it will ultimately become me sanctuary.

I found someone who feels like my favorite place to be.

Don’t look for a perfect home. Don’t look for white walls and a stiff bed that looks better than it feels. Don’t look for a make believe castle. Find a home that is covered in blankets, blocking out the cold. Find the home that smells of Christmas cookies and bonfires. Find the home that tastes of laughter that echoes down every hallway. And find the home that can shelter you from whatever storm that comes your way.

I look at him and I’m home.
I found him at last…I have come home! And it’s so good to be home.

“I’ll never be a stranger, and I’ll never be alone. Wherever we’re together, that’s my home.”


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