A Home for My Soul
He arrived lost, certain love wasn’t for him, until fate treated him like a child finally handed the parents he’d been searching for all along.
He arrived lost, certain love wasn’t for him, until fate treated him like a child finally handed the parents he’d been searching for all along.
Her kiss lingers the way fragrance lingers in a room long after the flowers are gone, quietly filling every corner of the house of his heart.
At breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she is somehow still there, uninvited and inescapable, filling every quiet space his mind tries to keep to itself.
He never believed love was real until she rewrote the story, turning a fairytale he’d dismissed his whole life into the one he now tells.
A single held look, and something silent passed between them, true enough to stop time and leave two strangers changed before either said a word.
Darkness falls, and still her smile stays lit behind his eyes, the last thing he sees before sleep finds him and the only thing sleep can’t take.
A kiss becomes the moment two people stop feeling like two, quietly dissolving into one, surreal enough that he forgets where he ends and she begins.
A full moon over downtown LA, a band playing softly on a rooftop, and a connection that felt too unlikely to belong to chance, the night two lives quietly became one.
Sometimes love changes more than the way we see another person. It changes the future we imagine, the life we recognize in ourselves, and the meaning we give to love.
He tilts his head to a sky thick with dark matter and starlight, tracing the vastness of creation back to one simple truth: gratitude for you.