a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


40. sam




sam, she was home. home was a place and a feeling and she was both of those things. home was a person; it was being away from someone you love for too long, believing that you miss them when really you're just homesick. you made your home in her; in her heart, and her head, and her hands. she was the sharp point of the compass you used to draw countless circles that defined your love; all round, endless, infinite. no matter how far you went, you always found your way back to her. it didn't matter if there was no roof over your head, because that wasn't home. she was.

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