Wherever You Are I'm Home

I don't think I'll ever find the right words for what it feels like to love you, but I keep trying because you deserve every attempt. It's in the small things—the way you laugh at your own jokes before the punchline, the way your hand finds mine without looking. You make ordinary days feel like something I'll want to remember years from now.

Sometimes I catch myself watching you across a room and thinking how lucky I am that out of everyone, you chose to be here with me. I love you in the morning when you're half-awake, in the evening when you're tired, and in every quiet hour in between. If loving you is a story, I never want it to end.