Home

I don't know when I will meet you, and I don't know where;
but if I close my eyes, and let the world around me go soft, I can almost feel it.
It won't be carefully calculated, rational, or even reasonable.
I won't be able to justify it.

You will feel like home. 
Safety, truth, beauty in the smallest parts of the moments we share,
abandonement of self doubt, unaltereable love;
Someone I can always come back to.

It won't be perfect. Nothing ever is. 
Still, I will never question what we have because of it's imperfections. 
It won't be love at first sight, or even at second- I will never be so foolish to believe that such things are real. 
Even still, I know that when I meet you, I will have that unmistakeable premenition that you are someone I am going to love. 
Someone I will quickly learn to call home.
I won't love you in that moment, not yet, but I will be aware that that moment will come.

I will be safe within your walls, and you will be safe within mine.
I will be your shelter when everyone else has shut their doors in your face, I will be the safety you can run to.
And likewise, you will be mine.