i promised that i would write for someone new every day but for some reason i can't get over this hurdle. he said that "all roads to lead to home" and i know that if i traced my finger back along my path i know you'd have your two feet planted at the end of the trail. through all your personal earthquakes and twisters, you've managed to keep your feet standing still. a tree with its roots dug deep into the earth's core, you never come uprooted no matter how strong the wind blows.

these quandaries and plights try to break you down but you hold your own. there's nothing i can say that can be equivalent to how much i respect you and how proud i am of you but here's an attempt.

i've fallen in glass many times before, i've been responsible for dropping the glass in the first place a lot of times, but i always find myself a helpless adolescent, exhausted and suspended in a wave of unsureness. i know now, because of you, broken glass can be pulled out of gashes and cuts, leaving only lines of deep red behind, stinging for a moment or two, but devoured by new skin later.

i often find myself looking for new ways to interpret the truth of how i feel about you, and i've realized that you are incomparable. i can soften this thought with little metaphors of broken glass and sturdy trees but there's really no way anyone can describe the feeling of being completely boundless and breathless and recklessly and effortlessly in love without simply saying it like that.

you are my way home.