Home: A Haven of Togetherness
If I ever construct a house, I swear it will be more than just a place to escape life’s stresses. It won’t be just walls and a roof, but rather high ceilings and my ideal kitchen set. It will make you feel hugged the instant you enter the door after a long day because it will be my love who greets you in the doorway.
If I ever construct a house, I promise not to adorn it just with furniture but to fill every nook with the love I’ve nourished since it was a seed. Every time you look at any location or corner, you will recall how much love has provided us joy throughout our long and never-ending journey together. The walls will echo our laughter, the floors will witness our coordinated feet, and the air will always carry the perfume of our dreams.
If I ever construct a house, I pledge to prepare your favorite dishes before you go to work and offer you steaming tea at dinner. The kitchen will be a haven of laughter infused with love. Whether it’s your favorite spaghetti or my go-to chicken soup, every bite will fill you with my love and dedication. You can tell me how difficult the day was until your plate was clean. At this point, the heaviness in your chest will gradually fade and be replaced by the comfort of knowing you are understood and valued.
If I ever build us a house, I guarantee you will never find a more comfortable spot than our bedroom, where we keep nothing from each other. You know me thoroughly, and I know you as well. We will be buried under the warm blanket, our skin uttering promises to keep our hearts together forever. The night will envelop us in silence as it observes our whispered promises.
If I ever construct a house, I swear you’ll be able to read me like an open book. You will comprehend everything in me, just as I will understand yours. It will be a location where our souls may see their real mirror in one other.
If I ever construct a house, I swear to fill it with love and bliss, allowing it to permeate every room’s nook. The laughing we share every time we tell ridiculous jokes will be the most beautiful soundtrack to our lives, joy will be the air we breathe, and love will be the foundation upon which we construct everything else. Each room will have a piece of our story recorded in the book about us.
If I eventually construct a house, it will be a place where our screams can be heard without being silenced and where we can be our true selves. I imagine a sanctuary where we may grow old together, where every wrinkle is a memory of the years that have passed, and where every hair that gradually becomes white is a reminder that home is not always a physical location but rather a sensation of being completely and thoroughly loved.