the place i didn’t know i was looking for

“i don’t know if you’ll read this. maybe you won’t. maybe you’ll be the first. but if you do— just know that with you, it feels like home. i don’t mean a place, i mean the way time slows when you’re near. the way my thoughts feel softer, less like battles, more like whispers. i like the way silence sits between us— not empty, but full of something i don’t want to name yet. maybe it’s just me. maybe you don’t feel the same. maybe i’ve made a home out of a moment you forgot. or maybe not. maybe we’re both pretending not to notice the way laughter lingers a little longer when it’s just us. maybe it’s my imagination, but what if it isn’t? what if this isn’t just a feeling? what if we are both standing at the edge of something real and neither of us has said it yet— that home isn’t always where you live, sometimes it’s who you’re with. and maybe, just maybe, home finally feels like you.”