Listening you sing to songs. Especially musicals
Me: *stares blankly*
Me: *slight smile* “Nothing.”
You: *Slightly blushing*
Tickling you, and seeing you laugh
Knowing that after one of the hardest days I might have ever had I get to come back to you. Go to bed. And put my arm around you.
That, is home.
My red sweatshirt, you wearing it and waiting for me to come back to you. It was within those few moments of seeing it that I felt at home.
It’s like an empty house
an empty bed
once, there was someone to share with it
and now, you find only, yourself longing for the person
to come back