When thinking about home all I see are her green eyes, the comforting scent of her skin embracing me softly and cuddling me in a safe nest.
When thinking about home I see dimples and pearl-white teeth, plump lips and afternoons full of nothing but Us.
When thinking about home, every sanpietrino is soft under our feet, it tires me not to walk under the sun if she holds my hand.
Home is where I’m safe in her arms.
I chose not to put a picture of Her for this event since I rather not giver Her identity – nor mine- away, hope you will understand!