When you knocked on my door, shy smile on your face, my heart skipped a beat, and it must have known before I though it even possible.
When we laughed for hours at the coffee shop, my eyes were kissed pink red, and my heart must have told them.
When my fingers rested in between yours, comfortable in the gaps, comforted by the weight, and they tightened on their own, and they must have known.
When my arm slipped around your shoulders, the laugh shaking around them whispered to me, “hey, you know what this is?”
When you pushed me up against the door and kissed my breath away, I realized I had been drowning, and your touch was my air, your hands were my anchor to land, your eyes were my lighthouse through the night, and I never wanted to stop breathing and finding you.
When the words slipped through your lips, I think I finally knew, even though your said “no, not yet,” your eyes said, “yes, yes, maybe I know too,” and I think I knew this was going to be home.
When I told you that I knew, and you said yes, and I said yes, and you spun me around, I knew this was home.