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The ocean speaks to me in misty whispers, tells me secrets from across the atlantic… I dip my toes in the freezing water and reminisce about the times light fluctuated on your skin and extended to my spine.

There are mornings when I wake up and feel your love engulfing me with tenderness. And there are nights when I fall asleep with the memory of your fingertips resting against my hips.

My love, you are made of tiny particles of perfect moments that extend into infinity. You are stitched together with droplets of generous affection and lightness. You cradle my baffled heart with such ease, it makes its walls expand with unwavering happiness.

You are skin and bones and constant wonder and I wander in all the words you whisper to me. And when I listen closely, I can almost touch your lips with mine and draw breath from your love.

But love, most of all, you are home.

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I miss home, I miss home terribly…

I don’t know where the walls are and if they still hold the same red brick roof… I’m not sure if  the cracked urn awaits patiently on the right side of the door, or if the dandelions still peak through the cement on the stairs… I just miss it terribly so…
The chilly mornings with the sound of silence, and the chaotic ruckus of family dinners…

I miss it deeply…

When I could crawl up in bed with my  mother because I needed to feel safe in someone’s arms, without explaining why a hole was piercing my brain…
When my brother got me tea and a grilled cheese sandwich because I got my period for the first time and didn’t understand what that meant…

I’m homesick to the memories that fill these walls. To the innocence that made me cry over my first break up. To the little excited girl who saw the first snow and got to snuggle at home all day.

I wish I could go back…