Home Is You

Husband → Wife

Valentine's Day · Ballad

This past year we moved to a city where we didn't know a single soul. A lot of nights it was just us — takeout on the couch, some show, slowly turning a strange place into ours. And somewhere in there it hit me: I don't need to know anyone here. You're next to me, so I'm already home. That's what you are to me, Abby — not a place, a person I carry home with me. Wherever we land next, as long as it's you, I'm good. Happy Valentine's. I love you.

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