Still you
I think I have loved you
for longer that I know how to measure.
Not in days,
or months,
or years,
but in every version of myself
that somehow found it’s way back to you.
There were other people,
other names,
other smiles,
other souls that briefly crossed paths with mine
And I tried to convince myself
that moving on meant leaving you behind.
But no matter how far I wandered,
there was always a part of me that belonged to you.
The feeling never disappeared.
It never faded,
never became just a memory:
It simply waited.
And now here we are again.
Standing on pages that feel both old and new,
a story rewritten
without forgetting what came before.
Sometimes when you look at me
I swear the world pauses
only for a few seconds.
Those beautiful eyes of yours,
holding more warmth
than they probably realize.
And there’s that stupidly cute smile.
The one that makes my heart stumble,
the one that make me smile back
before I even mean to.
And your arms —
Somehow they feel more like home
than any place ever could.
The world feels lighter.
And your scent,
so familiar and comforting,
makes me feel safe
in a way I can’t explain
Home was never a house
it was never four walls,
or an adress.
Home is the way my chest loosens
when you’re near,
the way my heart finally rests
when I’m in your arms.
I have loved you through distance,
through silence,
through years that tried to carry me
elsewhere
And somehow,
after everything,
I still look at you
and feel the same certainty:
That if my heart has ever
belonged somewhere,
It has always been finding its way back to you.
A