Home is the laughter of your voice. The moments we stand outside and joke around.
Where I can safely lay my head on your chest and feel your hands run through my hair.
It’s a nostalgic feeling.
A place where you hold my hand and give me random kisses to show your appreciation.
Home is where you and I build from one another and I feel safe within you.
This is a part of home yet, I seem to have lost the keys….