(Madison's POV)

You’re my Home

I feel at home. That’s the most I can describe this moment feels like.

I am home, but that's not why, because, even then, I've never felt this utter sense of peace except when I'm with him. Sitting, leaning against Kalston as I read my book, there's just this overwhelming sense of home that I can’t describe much more than that. No matter where I am, if it's with him, then I'm home. Somehow, I know that this deep feeling of indescribable peace and belonging is what love is always supposed to feel like. This pull that we know each other intimately even if I can’t describe how beyond that we do. That we are important to each other beyond words. He’s someone that I could be my full self with, with no fear that it would scare him away. As if there is nothing he would do to hurt me, and that he would do anything to protect me from anything that would.

I can’t even find myself caring anymore about what’s going on in my book as I close it, and cherish this moment as if something in me knows that it’s not going to last. That any minute now, I’ll wake up, and be left desperate to get this moment back.

“What is it, Love?”

Kalston turns himself to face me, and I find myself falling into him more as he wraps his arms around me. Something on his face seems ever slightly off as if he too can tell that this moment will be taken away any second now. I smile at him, not wanting to spoil this time with him.

“It’s nothing, I just…”

I can’t seem to find the right words before the next ones sort of spill out as if I’m afraid they'll get trapped too if I don’t say them now.

“You feel like home, and I just… I love you.”

He smiles, almost forgetting whatever was on his mind.

“I love you too.”