You are my home

I hear people talk about their home all of the time,
how beautiful it is inside and how their view is magical and how everything is just perfect.

But when I describe to people what my home is,
I tell people it’s you.

Being in your arms feels like when the glass slipper fit Cinderella and they lived happily ever after
Or when I am indulging in my favorite late night guilty pleasure, ice cream.

Being in your arms feels safer than being surrounded by any white picket fence.

Being in your arms feels like the relief of leaving work after a stressful day,
It’s that feeling at the end of the night when you are laying in bed right before you close your eyes to go to sleep and everything just
feels so peaceful.

My home is being wrapped in your arms at the end of the day and not having a care in the world because I know I am truly
where I belong.