When you kissed me
When you kissed me for the first time it didnât feel foreign or scary, it didnât give me butterflies in my stomach or fireworks in my heart. Kissing you felt like coming home after a long, cold day and wrapping up in your favorite blanket to watch a movie with the one you love the most. Kissing you felt like rain on an old tin roof in the middle of the night as you drift off to sleep. It felt like the crackle of a fire when youâre curled up in your favorite chair reading a book. I was comfortable. You felt like home. I donât think Iâll ever stop missing my home.













