Calling you as my ‘home’ might sound cliché, but love doesn’t actually require complicated metaphors in order to be defined. Just like writing a news, sometimes all we need is clear and explicit phraseology in order for everyone to understand – because what’s more heart-touching than to be called ‘home’ when it is the nearest representation of a feeling of how to be kept, loved, and accepted?

It’s the threshold of dreams and hopes. A carpentry of love and affection. A fate of safety and comfort – all these things are what pertains to the word “home”.

You see, to define love, you don’t have to build kingdoms, browse a thesaurus, or even compose whatsoever unnecessary exaggerations. Sometimes, all we need is the warmth of someone’s embrace, a shelter when we can’t find ourselves, and to lay our heart in the safest place.

For me, that is love and my home is no other but you.