Three years ago I wrote something that was such truth it’s depth eluded me at the time.
I kissed the woman who is now my partner for the first time. We neither of us didn’t understand polyamory. Or what we were, or could be to each other. We were so trained by society to see each other in a certain way.
But even then, I knew. I wrote the words. Kissing her felt like home.
It’s been a year now since we have been back in each other’s lives. We’ve decided its the closest thing to an anniversary we might ever have.
So I want the world to know, that what was true then, is even more true now. Kissing her feels like home. Everything about her feels like home. The way she holds me, the sound of her laugh, the sparkle in her eye, the way she shifts from one foot to another while reading a book while standing. The way she smells, the softness of her skin, the feel of her feet tangling with mine in the night, the shape of her. Home. Home. Home.
I don’t have anything more than that. I wish I did. She deserves the world. But today, that’s what I have.
It’s more than love. It’s more than destiny or past lives or infatuation. She is home.
I love you, Satya. With all of me. Happy Anniversary.