Home.

Maybe this time, it might just be something worth fighting for.

Because when I look into his eyes, it feels so much like home.

So warm, so tender and so forgiving.

And I feel like I need not hide.

I can be naked, and still feel safe.

Protected.

Secure.

Myself.

And I just hope that, when he looks into my eyes,

He will feel at home too.

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