You and I lay skin to skin, the only barriers between our souls are flesh and bone.

I can feel your heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The cadence of each beat keeps pace with mine. I listen and feel as the tempo of your breath soothes my restless heart.

For eight years I’ve been a vagabond. I’ve been wandering through life, watching it pass me by without even realizing I wasn’t living. She knew me better than anyone and was my cheerleader. She pushed me to be better. In the eight years since since my mother crossed the mortal plane, I’ve been missing an integral part of my very being and haven’t even realized it. It’s been hiding with her ashes, deep beneath the waters of where she called home.

_Until you_.

I know I’d find that deep buried part of me eventually, but when? How long would I squander this life and settle for mediocrity while living unhappy? Too long. It would have been too long. You crashed into my life and reminded me what it’s like to _live_. You reminded me what it’s like to breathe and not be smothered. Laying on your chest and feeling our hearts beat in the sweetest synchrony is where I want my life to begin and to end.

_I am home._

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