Home

Only one side of me may fit in a puzzle. Only certain pieces connect to mine. I’m not enough for some, far too much for others, and I won’t go through the effort of making myself more or less for anyone. All except for those at home.

Everywhere else, I exist in the in-between. Outside of home, there is not one place where I feel fully comfortable, fully understood. Who I am is gifted back to me the moment I'm around my family.

Home is the plane of co-existence. The dimension where every worry is washed away by an instinctual understanding of safety. This place is encompassed by a golden aura that the most violent disasters within have never managed to break. It invokes a realization of the feeling that our love for each other is inevitable, inescapable. Nothing will ever shake it. The love we share is something beyond ourselves that will live past the span of our lives and create the future. It is not within our capabilities to leave it behind. We know with full certainty that we will love each other forever. in the complete, all-encompassing meaning of forever.

There are stand-out moments in the chaos of time where I realize the extent of my fortune. There are others in the world who have to wait before they find the people that are their destiny, but I was born knowing them.