Home.

I was once told to go where I felt the most alive, So I closed my eyes and let my mind take me where that was. You would never guess where I’m about to say it is...

It’s in your arms. When I’m curled up, resting my head on your chest. My head slowly raises with your breathing, I’m getting lost listening to your heartbeat. Sometimes I think I can hear it whispering sweet words to me. You have your arms tightly wrapped around me leaving no space between us. Gently filling you kiss the top of my head and rest your cheek agents me. That’s where I feel the most alive. That’s my home.

I’m scared of losing you. Not because I rather not be alone, Not because I don’t think I’ll be able to find someone else and not because I’m dependent on you. I’m scared to lose you because part of me will go with you if you leave. There’s a part of me that has not had existence in my life for many years and it’s something that only you can bring out of hiding. You have a piece of me in your full control and it’s amazing but also petrifying..I love this part of me you made me aware of, you helped shine light on. You rescued a part of me that was withering away in a deep, dark hole only you could gently cost out of me as if it was this timid, abused child hiding from all human contact.

-Marissa Knappert