Letter to home

March 29, 2010

Isn’t it a wonder how love bonds us? That even if we stick together to the point of wanting to disown ourselves—or, more particularly, the selves we’re used to during desperate times of trying to hold on—which is quite taxing and dangerous, we still find a way to come on home? And by home, I mean not just the vague idea of a sanctuary but its real manifestation, which we beautifully find in the person who holds both our hand and heart.

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