"I no longer wish to be loved childishly. I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity. I don’t want to be smothered by the fear of jealousy and insecurities. I don’t want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in. I want to be somewhere where I can breathe. Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound or even play the tune, or nod my head to the rhythm of the one I call “home.” I want to call you home. I want you to be the third house, built on rocks, cemented together, the one that won’t shake or be dismantled by inclement weather. I want you to be fearless with me, to grab my hand and walk through everything with me. I don’t want to be loved like at every second you’re scared to lose me. I want to be loved hard and rough with enough trust to fold this planet in half. I want you to trust me, and let it magnify. I want to be loved in a way that’ll last and without the weight of the past. I want to be loved like whatever we have is fated with an intensity nothing can match. Love me like I’m a sure thing. I want to call you home"

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