In Love I Was Home

A home is a place where love and understanding dwell….where I could come back after a hard day’s work….or after a long absence when I had left to find myself…..where I could belong and no one will judge me for who I am…..where I keep coming back for more…..where the food, enough or not enough tastes sweet,…. and I could sit and sleep comfortably….where I can’t let go…’s not necessarily my own home….it could be somewhere else where I feel loved and understood….


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