You held me as if it were the last time you would be able to. Tight. Firm. Made me feel like home was in your arms and in reality, it was. There wasn't a place I felt more comfortable or safe than in your arms. That was home base. And I could've been home longer but the days seem shorter now that I have something to long for. But I won't ask for more minutes in a day because I already got everything I could've asked for when I met you. More than I thought I would ever get and you have exceeded everything I ever thought of love and my expectations of us. I have been keeping count of more than the months we have been in a relationship, but also the minutes we have spent laughing, crying, holding each other, kissing, enjoying each other's company. I have been tracking the minutes that count within the beginning of our infinity. I will let the little things and the last minutes define me and love because that's what love is to me. Love to me are the moments at "home".
