You're My Home

by Katie Moore

There’s this connection I feel with him that I’ve never felt before. Like we were meant to be together.

Maybe boys don’t normally say “love” to each other, but I don’t care about that right now. Zach needs some love, and maybe so do I.

“I solemnly swear to be your best friend and to never leave you. I’ll never hurt you and will always love you. No matter what happens.”

My home is Brady.

You’re the most important person in my life, and I want you everywhere I am, all the time. It’s not the same when you’re not with me.”

You are who you are, and I love the person you are. If you’re gay, you’ve been gay this whole time, and I loved you then, so I’ll love you now.”

if you feel like crying, you should cry because keeping it inside only saves the hurt for later.”

Every single word from him means more than an entire conversation with someone else.

“He trusts you, Brady. The kind of trust that most people will never give. Be sure to treasure that and not do anything to break it. I’m not sure you could get it back if you did.”

His hand moves down over my heart. “You’ve given him a lot of space in here. Take care of your heart, Son, because that boy in the kitchen is most of it.”

Everything before Brady and everything after. Nothing matters before him and everything matters after him.

I’d give anything to freeze time and stay here with him forever.

He has no idea how much he gives to me and how much I need him. How he fills every crevice of my heart with the love he shows me.

“He’s gone, baby. I promise you’re safe now. Come back to me… I promise I’ll be right here with you.” Baby. He’s never called me baby before.

“What’s your first passion?” My cheeks warm and I stammer before saying, “My soulmate.”

“Zach’s everything that is good in this world, and maybe some people think he needs to grow up or should get used to the bad stuff, but he’s had enough bad stuff for a lifetime. He deals with it in his own way…and that’s by being sensitive to everyone. He feels things stronger than most, and with that, he needs the happy stuff, or he’ll drown in all the wrong kind of emotions.”

“Yes, baby…come back to me. You’re safe.”

“I miss him so much,” I sob. “Every second of every day I feel like I’m missing part of me.”

He lives and breathes for you.” I live and breathe for him, too. Doesn’t he know that?

He’s not my Zach anymore; he’s this vibrant, gorgeous, hot guy.

It’s Brady, my soul whispers to me.

Something inside of me whispers, so this is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is why people love to kiss.

It feels natural between us, an extension of the love and closeness we already have for each other.

Love has this way of almost tangibly causing pain in this feel-good hurt kind of way.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, tracing my finger over his lips.

All the emotions and love I have for him are coming out in this beautiful, physical way that is everything I imagined and more.

He’s telling me he loves me with his tenderness, and I’m telling him I love him with my soul.

“You’re my home. Don’t you get that? You are my home. You’ve always been my home. Always will be.

“You’re my heart. Always have been and always will be.”