A Home Beyond Walls.

Huhm, well I actually have a space/place that feels so much like home. And this home happens to be a very beautiful one, very comfortable and accommodating. But it happens that this home as well do not have a sitting room, kitchen and the likes, in short, this home of mine is not a location, it a person.

To be honest with you, I never sees or notice it at first, but as things began to move silently, I began to take note of those small things, those moments I sit without feeling awkward, those moments I laugh freely an could joke like a kid, all those moments I'm going through stuffs but kind of found solace around her. There are times I try so much to act/pretend as if everything is fine, but when I'm around her, I see no need for pretense.

I don't try to look all good or all sweet around her, I'm always free, I'm always myself. And am serious here, that's where I'm myself the most. I talk freely, laugh freely, complain freely, and let out my heart freely. And it's also with her that I'm able to be really silent freely too, no pressure, she understands my silence so much, same way she understands when I'm being open with things. In life, one is always expected to be on the move, to be strong and not to show tiredness, but with her, I could rest an breathe some fresh air.

There are times I leave this place that feels like home and it will be so obvious that I just left home, I'd feel happier, calmer and have that sense of peace rushing through me. The home is a place you return to after a long and tiring day. And I'm glad I have someone who serves as that. She sees me and she doesn't judge me. I'm glad I'm being accepted and respected without even having to earn it. That feeling is one that can only be gotten from a home, and she happens to feel like one.

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