It's time to go home...

One of my biggest misconceptions in life was that I thought love was a fascination, or a desire to be around someone, or wanting to make them happy. I believed it just happened, like a slap to the face, and left the way the sting from such a blow fades. That is, until I met you, I didn't understand to feel loved, one has to feel known. And that, outside of my family, I had never really loved because I hadn't bothered to know the other person. But I know you, and you know why you're not a monster, but I might be. We are continually becoming and I don't want to go through this world without the one person I can't hide from and who can't hide from me.