“Maybe this is what it means to live.
Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell.”
Maybe this is what means to be happy. Feeling like I’m home in your arms. Like your eyes are holding me still in this chaotic world. Like your smile is the warmth I’ve craved for so long. Maybe this is what it means to feel loved. To know that you’re here with me and would rather be nowhere else. To know that you’re home, too. Just being near me. To know that I am enough, just as you are for me. And maybe, this is what it means to be content. Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell. That you take me as I am, flaws and all. That you are mine as I am yours. That we are one. That we are gravity. Maybe this is what it means to live.
© Sarah Doughty
Maybe loving you is living.