Home
Home is the person who can look at you smiling and know you are completely bullshitting the world and they ask what is wrong.
Home is the person who can see the pain in your eyes when you've fooled everyone around you.
Home is the person who stands by you in moments of confusion,
they aren't there to answer question or solve anything,
they are simply there and don't leave.
Home is in that connection you don't understand
but it's evident something is there between you.
Home is letting someone into your world,
even when you're afraid.
You realize as different as you feel from everyone else around you,
you're found someone who is the same.
Someone who gets it.
You trust them.
You'd trust them with your life if you had to because,
somewhere along the way, they've kind of saved you.
You talk about dreams that might never happen
but they look at you and believe in you and have confidence in you,
enough that, you start believing in yourself too.
They know about your insecurities and fears and the things that keep you up at night.
But they compliment you in such a way,
they make you better than you ever thought you could be.
They somehow always know what to say and when to say it
and you wonder how does someone know you when you haven't even figured it out yourself yet?
Home is that person whose touch heals you.
They teach you it's okay to love again and this time it won't hurt.
Home is the person whose happiness makes up yours.
The person whose problems you find yourself taking on, trying to find a solution.
Home is that person who teaches you not to be selfish anymore because suddenly,
someone else's well-being is more important than your own.
Home is the person you'd do anything for because if anything were to happen to them, a large piece of your own heart would break.
When you find his and try to describe what your definition of home is, others won't understand until they experience it.
But I hope you find someone who defines what home means to you.
And I hope when you find that person, you never have to know what it's like to live without them.
Because you know,
I think I've found mine.
Home is the person who can see the pain in your eyes when you've fooled everyone around you.
Home is the person who stands by you in moments of confusion,
they aren't there to answer question or solve anything,
they are simply there and don't leave.
Home is in that connection you don't understand
but it's evident something is there between you.
Home is letting someone into your world,
even when you're afraid.
You realize as different as you feel from everyone else around you,
you're found someone who is the same.
Someone who gets it.
You trust them.
You'd trust them with your life if you had to because,
somewhere along the way, they've kind of saved you.
You talk about dreams that might never happen
but they look at you and believe in you and have confidence in you,
enough that, you start believing in yourself too.
They know about your insecurities and fears and the things that keep you up at night.
But they compliment you in such a way,
they make you better than you ever thought you could be.
They somehow always know what to say and when to say it
and you wonder how does someone know you when you haven't even figured it out yourself yet?
Home is that person whose touch heals you.
They teach you it's okay to love again and this time it won't hurt.
Home is the person whose happiness makes up yours.
The person whose problems you find yourself taking on, trying to find a solution.
Home is that person who teaches you not to be selfish anymore because suddenly,
someone else's well-being is more important than your own.
Home is the person you'd do anything for because if anything were to happen to them, a large piece of your own heart would break.
When you find his and try to describe what your definition of home is, others won't understand until they experience it.
But I hope you find someone who defines what home means to you.
And I hope when you find that person, you never have to know what it's like to live without them.
-Kristen Corley
Because you know,
I think I've found mine.
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