When you retort,

"What is love?"

it is the excitement from

hearing the gate creak,

knowing it is you about to unlock the door.

It is

utter dependence,

trusting you would pick up the phone

when I'm too scared to walk back home.

The relief

everytime you approach.

When you enclosed me in your arms,

and offered your hard-earned money

for me to fly and grieve,

that was love too, I think.

You would walk back

every single time I lose my keys

and make sure I'm safe inside.

And in those moments,

as comfortable albeit confusing as they were,

I fell for you slowly, then completely.

My friendship turned to yearning,

my thoughts shifting,

from my partner to you.

Unfair to compare

mediocrity to the Best.

As uncouth as you were

at times,

In my mind

No one comes close.

It isn't that I can't,

but I simply don't want

to imagine the next year, my life,

without you.

Home is where love resides

And my home is with you.