I have forgotten the shape of your lips, for his are shaped in letters or symbols or something that resemble forever. I have forgotten the sound of your voice, for I have been practicing my "yes" at the alter with him for the past 589 days. I have forgotten the look in your eyes, for in his I see a limitless future. I have forgotten the touch of your skin, for being in his arms is something the sun and the stars fight in the sky just to watch.

I found home in a boy with porch lights for eyes, and if I tried to explain them I would have to invent a new rainbow. I found home in a boy with picket fences for arms that can both move my mountains and dissolve my fears. I found home in a boy with a bedtime story voice and a fireplace voice. I found home in a boy who made me understand why storms are named after people.