There's so many things I would like to say to you but I just don't know where to begin.
We are in two different places
Two different lifestyles
Two different ages
But yet... we come together.

Every time I think of you I attempt to convince myself
that I can't possibly love you.
And when I begin to list the reasons why
I. Am. Blank.

I talk to you and I don't feel that spark. The butterflies. The excitement.
In fact, I feel at home.
I feel like everything's okay when I am near you.
You've become my normal. My familiarity.
I wonder. Am I that for you?

Maybe that's what love is.
It isn't in the moments of things. Maybe love is the familiarity.
The way you look at someone and just know that they will be apart of your life forever.
That you will watch each other grow up.
Maybe love is home.