“Didn’t you know? It was you all along.
The one that would steal my heart.”
Didn’t you know? It was you all along. The one I would meet by chance. The one that would steal my heart. The one that would spend forever with me. It wasn’t you that was lucky. It was me. Because even in my dreams, I never believed I would find my home.
© Sarah Doughty
I was lucky that home
turned out to be you.
Sarah Doughty 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Sweet
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Happy to read this
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Longing for home can be so difficult, especially when home is someone else. Beautiful prose, thank you for sharing.
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