My version of home has always been you. From the first time we said hello to the very last night in your arms. From the depths of our conversations to the heights of our crazy, erratic and “oh, what a ride it’s been” kind of love . . . home, is my heart intertwined with yours. With you, every heartbeat travels deeper, every emotion feels stronger, every breath has more meaning. Every minute of every moment of every day . . . encompasses everything I’ve ever wanted in my home.

You.

Where are you, my home? Where are you as I watch time counting down for longer than I can remember. Waiting . . . as the heartbeats turn shallow, the emotions less certain, the breaths shorter and slow. Watching as the minutes slip away, every possible second shared within our home . . . with you . . . forever lost, as I patiently wait alone.

Again.

I miss you. My home.
And I wonder . . . will we ever live there? Will we ever love there?

Will we ever . . . home.