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Where is home?

Is home there where you live? Or where you’re signed up?

Is home your home country?

Or is home a human?

He told me: Home is there where you’re being loved,where you feel comfortable and welcomed 

And suddenly “home” became whole a different meaning.

It doesn’t have ti be a place. Not even a house or an apartment.

Home can be a human or many of 

them.

I feel home in your arms.

You’re appearance let me feel comfortable and you don’t have to say “i love u” so I feel loved. You rather say “Take care” “stay safe” or “have you eaten something today” 

I also do not say “i love you too” more likely “i brought you something” or  “can I sleep at yours?” 

YOU are my home and I know that I don’t need keys because your doors are always open for me. As well as my arms if you need someone or you don’t know where else to go.

I will always be there for your and have an open ear for you without judging you.

I know we often say to each other “you only belong to me” but the truth is that possesion makes unhappy.

My world would break into pieces if I loose you, wouldn’t it?

But how can I loose you when you never were mine?

In reality you cannot loose anything because nothing in this world is yours.

Possession is an illusion which makes you unhappy sooner or later.

I can give you all my love without expecting anything in exchange because if I give something to receive in exchange then I only gave to receive. And I give to give.

It was all an illusion and we never really existed.

Cherine