The thoughts I have of you come in waves. The point is not in how big those waves are, but in the way they never stop coming back to meet the shoreline, over and over and over and over. You are the front runner of all my thoughts, though sometimes you're pushed to the back but you will always have a place. Finally, I understand what it means to make homes in people and I look forward to seeking refuge in you all the time. You stay with me when I am a raging storm instead of seeking shelter and you celebrate when I am at the top of the world, even though you may not be there with me. Maybe I don't say it enough, but I am proud to constantly have you on my mind and I am proud to call you my home.
It's been a hectic week but I am grateful for the little things.
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