Welcome Home

“It’s weird,” she told me, “how I believed in the fact that you would come back after so long and you actually did.”  I stared into her smiling eyes. What a mesmerizing sight.  “Were you always waiting?”  “Somehow yes,” she answered, “a part of me was always waiting for you to come back home.”  Home, I thought. That’s the word for it. It feels like home with her.  “I’m sorry I took so long.” I said, finally.  She smiled and gently shook her head,  “It’s okay. Welcome back home.”