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I'm homesick, but not for a place.
It was an accident, I didn't go looking.
He came to me like a summer storm, powerful, out of nowhere and beautiful.
Yet unlike a storm he stayed around a little longer.

I’m in love, I never meant for it to happen.
I’m in love with leather jackets, cigarette smoke and guitar riffs.
With a burning flame so desperate to give off light.
I’m in love and it burns me from the inside.
I’m in love with contagious laughter, soft smiles and Saturday night insomnia driven thoughts.
I’m in love with soft murmurs through the cellphone, a swelling in my chest as notifications ring.
I’m in love and I’ve never felt so free.
I’m in love with the way he says my name, with the playful sound in his voice.
I’m in love and while it was unplanned I wouldn’t change a thing.

He’s my 2am song, the voice among the car horns and never-ending bustle of the city.
The warmth of skin against skin, candles in the dark, warm, enveloping and inviting.
He’s the early morning sun peeking over the horizon as we fill up the tank, no destination, no worries.
5am sunrises don’t compare to the color of his eyes, the intensity of the neon signs fading in the light.
He’s the soft kisses before breakfast, the smell of cologne and french toast.
The 10am showers and fuzzy socks pair nicely with stifled giggles and morning kisses.
He’s my oil on canvas and hugs from behind, pencil shavings falling from a sketchbook.
Painting sunflowers in the garden at noon while the few clouds float lazily by, filtering the sunlight.
He’s the iced tea on the balcony after swimming, the lazy smirks and side glances as the sun dips low.
Watching as his fingers work magic along the strings, a hazy afternoon never sounded so enchanting.
He’s the early evening turn in, hot showers, curled on the couch legs intertwined, time well spent.
Movie long forgotten as lips meet skin, hair tangled in fingers, breathless profanities only we can hear.
He’s the 11pm wake up calls, tossing and turning. Waves of unexplained sadness that come and go.
Silent comforts and closeness to ease the pain, knowing we won’t leave the other’s side.
He is many things but to me each and every part is perfect.

It's this flutter and plummeting feeling in my chest. This pain that makes me realize it's real.

Description
I'm homesick, but not for a place.
It was an accident, I didn't go looking.
He came to me like a summer storm, powerful, out of nowhere and beautiful.
Yet unlike a storm he stayed around a little longer.

I’m in love, I never meant for it to happen.
I’m in love with leather jackets, cigarette smoke and guitar riffs.
With a burning flame so desperate to give off light.
I’m in love and it burns me from the inside.
I’m in love with contagious laughter, soft smiles and Saturday night insomnia driven thoughts.
I’m in love with soft murmurs through the cellphone, a swelling in my chest as notifications ring.
I’m in love and I’ve never felt so free.
I’m in love with the way he says my name, with the playful sound in his voice.
I’m in love and while it was unplanned I wouldn’t change a thing.

He’s my 2am song, the voice among the car horns and never-ending bustle of the city.
The warmth of skin against skin, candles in the dark, warm, enveloping and inviting.
He’s the early morning sun peeking over the horizon as we fill up the tank, no destination, no worries.
5am sunrises don’t compare to the color of his eyes, the intensity of the neon signs fading in the light.
He’s the soft kisses before breakfast, the smell of cologne and french toast.
The 10am showers and fuzzy socks pair nicely with stifled giggles and morning kisses.
He’s my oil on canvas and hugs from behind, pencil shavings falling from a sketchbook.
Painting sunflowers in the garden at noon while the few clouds float lazily by, filtering the sunlight.
He’s the iced tea on the balcony after swimming, the lazy smirks and side glances as the sun dips low.
Watching as his fingers work magic along the strings, a hazy afternoon never sounded so enchanting.
He’s the early evening turn in, hot showers, curled on the couch legs intertwined, time well spent.
Movie long forgotten as lips meet skin, hair tangled in fingers, breathless profanities only we can hear.
He’s the 11pm wake up calls, tossing and turning. Waves of unexplained sadness that come and go.
Silent comforts and closeness to ease the pain, knowing we won’t leave the other’s side.
He is many things but to me each and every part is perfect.

It's this flutter and plummeting feeling in my chest. This pain that makes me realize it's real.