I didn’t really come home, Not until I had fallen into your lap, And you had your arms around me, With your fingers in my hair and The tip of your nose in the hollow Of my collarbone. Oh, how I have missed home— Home, sweet home with you.
"Try not to confuse attachment with love. Attachment is about fear and dependency, and has more to do with love of self than love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn’t about what others can give you because you’re empty. It is about what you can give others because you’re already full."