07242021

7:00 AM.

I'm writing this, and I just woke up. My neck hurts so bad for whatever reason, but my mind and heart are happy. I feel contented. I know it's been raining so much, and I hate to say this, but I'm on cloud nine. If I have the power to slow down time, I'll never let this day pass. I'm already missing the warmth and calmness of my home.

Lying on my bed, listening to the sound of raindrops while thinking about those things that only we know makes me smile nonstop. Maybe I could say I've been lost for so long that I had no idea whether to move forward or just stay in the middle of nowhere. I used to say that this house, where I'm currently living, doesn't feel like home – I recently learned that those words might have the same meaning, but it has an entirely different feeling.

For me, home is where comfort and calmness are.

Home is where we rest our hearts and where we feel safe the most.

Home is where we truly feel and let go of ourselves.

Home is the only thing we got when everything goes wrong.

My home is you.

Every single thing feels different when I'm with you. The world becomes colorful when you're on my side. Your hug cleanses all the pent-up stress and pressure that I've been afraid to talk about. Your hand is so smooth that it perfectly fits mine, but the best thing is it reassures me that I'm not alone. Your eyes that outshine the stars on a midnight sky sees through me. Your voice soothes the anger that lies deep inside me, and your smile looks so genuine that.

When I'm with you, everything is much better than what it's supposed to be. I love every single thing we're doing, and hours with you feel like seconds.

Yesterday, I had my best day ever, and of course, we're together. I wish I had that moment on loop. You're probably sleeping right now, as we're both tired from avoiding the rain, but when you see this, I hope you'll think about our moments together.