Saturday, March 15, 2014

yeah, love.

i'm always looking for you. that slight strawberry shines in any crowd, and you're stuck in the corner of my eye. even at night, in my bed, i see you in yours, and pretend they are one. i fall asleep with a smile on my lips, because in you i've found home.

you're not an apartment with white walls and a cheap fern. you're where i drink tea and read a book, where kids learn to play the piano, where the boys watch the game, where you write in your journal, where nails secure my pictures, where wednesday is laundry day, where we bake cookies and play scrabble on winter nights. 

i always wanted the apartment with white walls. with a coffee maker and one mug. everything tidy and well-lit, with pale wooden tabletops. but that's not a kitchen where soup simmers all day or deep, late-night talks occur. that's not a kitchen i can put bowls of fruit on the counters or red on the walls. these things i had no idea i wanted until i found home. 

and ever since i really found home, i've never wanted to leave. 

3 comments:

  1. This is nice. I read the third paragraph twice.

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  2. and oh my goodness are you kidding me..this..
    and the title...yeah, love? yeah, love.
    home. what I want for my future. ok fine what I want now. beautiful.

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  3. "these things i had no idea i wanted until i found home" #stolen
    You're just like freaking speaking to my soul and I love this and I love you and ahh..it's all just too good.

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