When I get back home

I wanted to write something about going on adventures of your own- even after you found someone who would walk there beside you to any corner of the world. Now, this might not fit everyone's idea of a relationship- but it is an important value and hope in mine. With so much time spent walking this earth solo, making plans and taking planes, hikes- breathing out after a past I left behind- I have grown fond of this feeling- the freedom, the time to myself. It is a part of me I will always need- a hug that no one else could give.

Being someones companion- team- does not always mean walking with you, beside you- literary. It is just as much about giving space- showing understanding. Be happy for the other part going out there in the world and gaining the strength and peace that they need. And I guess in a lot of ways staying sane for themselves- and through that for others. Understanding that, is love.

So, there will be times when I need me, breath in, remind myself that I am here with me. It is nothing personal. Just a promise I have given myself.
I will not need you all the time, but you will be on my mind.

But when I get back, wrap a blanket around me
- in our living room or on an airplane.
A warm understanding, that is the greatest gift to me.

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