his brother makes fun of me. i make fun of him back.
his mom laughs at the silliness.
make plans to have lunch and go to a bookstore with his fiance.
his friends and i message back and forth. make plans to go to shows together.

i feel...accepted in the best way. its those small moments that it feels like life has these moments where everything is just perfect.

just makes me think about when he told me to come home to him.
hm..home..to him. a concept i think i always wanted but finally have in some way?
his home..but he wants me to treat it as if it were mine as well.
i remember him texting me once, saying "once you come home..." meaning to his house..but to my home. i was caught off guard at first. cried to him in the middle of the street about not knowing where my home is these days yet he held me tighter and said to call his home my home and to always come home to him.

i will always come home to you, whether its your house, my dorm or someday our own apartment and home. my home is in your arms <3