My Home

Have you ever had a friend that feels like home? If you have one, then you know what I mean. But if you don't, then it might sound odd and make little sense to you. I have one such friend, and my God, I'm a lucky person to call her my home. Let me attempt to explain how it feels, but excuse me if the words come across dry and less laden with feeling than usual. Some feelings run so deep, are so a part of your very DNA that it's nearly impossible to put them to words. They cannot be quantified, described or expressed. Some things are just felt, and they just are.

It's not about love. Love isn't the main ingredient, although it is an important limb. It's about comfort. It's about fitting so perfectly together that all the edges disappear. It's about being so in tune that you can never distinguish which melody belongs to who. Some friendships transcend and become blood. They become like your very skin, something that holds all of you together and yet is still as much a part of you as your mind and heart. 

When you have such a friend, then that friend feels like your home. When your atoms are shaking and uncontrollable, when they are scattered and floating around what is supposed to be your core -being with your homey friend makes all those atoms sit still and finally rest. You feel at peace. You feel right when you've been wrong for a long time. It's like coming back to your house after a long day, putting on your most comfortable clothes and lying down. When that's how it feels to simply be with a friend, then you've found a home in a person, you've found the missing half of your soul, and you are luckier than I can ever say. 

My words were choppy and broken. My sentences were not well strung. My descriptions were clumsy. My writing was not what it always is, but that's the best way I have of describing how this friendship feels. It's so past reality, past words and solids that it can never be captured. But she knows, and I know, and we can feel it. My writing isn't the way it always is, and that's the perfect way for this piece. It is something different, and it just is. 

For my B, my home..