The soft curve of your smile,

Eyes that crinkle like crescents, when you laugh at my unfunny jokes,

Your scent, that makes feel like I had left the ground,

And was soaking up in gentle waters, 

Gliding on floating clouds,

The way you held my hand,

When fate grew evil horns,

The way you supported me,

When the space of vacuums turned into a void, 

You were the tiny little light in the dark abyss,

When life felt pointless,

When I felt worthless.

We talk about boys and laugh.

Talk about makeup,

Argue about why elephants cannot fly,

Why the crimson shade is better than plain red,

Why green was a color that suits me, and not you.

When I first appeared into your life, 

Confused and hopeless, 

Your eyes didn't hold pity, 

You held my hand and guided me slowly,

You showed me, that I didn't have to be perfect,

And when I think I am not enough for you,

You tell me that my existence, is the best thing that happened to you.

I cannot call you my friend,

I cannot call you my best friend,

Bestie would never qualify for you,

So I can only call you one thing,

My home.