Every time I get drunk, I usually wonder one thing. In a room full everyone I love, whose arms would I run and fall into?
The answer is simple, the safest arms that defines what home feels like. But whose arms will that be, I’ve never quite figured that out.
It’s easier when I’m in a relationship. The person I am in a relationship with is the safest arms in the entire world. But when I am not in one, I begin to wonder whose arms feel most like home.
See, I build homes out of people I love. And the thing about love is that you can’t simply “unlove” someone, just because things are over. I believe that when I love someone, I will never ever stop loving them. Ever. It’s perhaps why I don’t fall in love so easily — it is a commitment of a lifetime.
Love also comes in various forms. There is family love, romantic love, friendship love, etc. They all form little homes in my heart. It’s beautiful because I will never get homesick. How do you get homesick with a museum of people you love, living in your heart? My little heart is full.
So whose arms would I fall into? I still have not figured that out. Maybe in a room full of everyone I love, I’d just sit in the middle of the room with happy tears streaming down my face. Because it is nothing but a true blessing to have met these beautiful souls and love them with all I have.
Here’s to the crazy family, to V and to E. Into your arms, a thousand times over.