"Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave but not our hearts"
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Why one might ask I can't possibly forget Shamim?
Is it love?
Well, I don't know.
Simply because he feels like home.
I don't know how to describe the feeling. But he feels like home.
"Home" is basically the perfect, spot-on word to describe the feeling.
Whenever he's by my side everything feels ok, even when a lot of things seems to go wrong and it feels as though the world is going to tumble down, when he's by me it seems as though everything really will be fine.
Like everything is fine.
Like I'm home, which is exactly where I belong.
