My Home

Looking at your face, a flood of emotions fill my heart. I could shut my eyes and trace your cheekbones with my finger, then recite to you where every freckle lies. I’ve memorized every speck of color in the tiny blue galaxies that are your eyes. A decade has passed, and your face is still what I love waking up to. You have all of my heart because seeing your face lights up my world. Your face brings me infinite happiness and comfort. When I look at your face, I feel at home. You are my home.

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