This is not love with lights and fireworks.
This is a quiet light in the window.
This is a key in the lock, the smell of your favorite coffee and someone's arms hugging you from behind when you wash the dishes.

Love is like a home - it's when you don't play a role.
You just are. Without makeup. Without an ideal mood.
You can be happy, angry, tired, silent - and still be loved.

Home is not a place. It's a person.
This is the one with whom you want to return even from the most beautiful trips.
This is a voice that warms better than any blanket.
This is silence in which there is no awkwardness.
This is a look in which you find yourself, even when you lose yourself.

Love is like a home - it's more than passion.
This is warmth.
This is trust.
This is knowledge: he is my fortress, and I am his.
We are a team. We are each other's shelter.
Not from the world, but in the world. Because when you're home, you're not afraid anymore.

I dream of such love.
Where my place is nearby.
Where the person you love is not "the best", but simply mine.
Where you don't want to run. Where you want to stay. Forever.

Do you want such love?
Where you don't have to search. Where you don't have to pretend.
Where you can be yourself - and be happy...
Simply because you're finally home.