Home

I’ve always heard home isn’t a place.
But the end of that saying always differs.
I’ve heard so many different versions of it; some say it’s a feeling and some say it’s the company you keep.
But I’ve now realized my version: home isn’t a place, it’s you.
I’ve never felt more comfortable, at peace, loved, or “at home” than when I’m with you.
Even on my bluest days, just hearing your voice or looking into your eyes makes everything a little better. 
As a child I never knew what “home” was.
I wish I could tell my younger self, that we finally found our home.