I built a house for you, for me, for us. This house didn’t have walls, wasn’t palpable or visible but it existed. I know it existed. It was filled with contagious laughter, contemplative silences, heartfelt caresses, and deep stares. It smelled of you, of me and the sea. Only our music played inside that bubble of love.
Our home was such a beautiful temple! There we floated in peace and happiness, as if we merged into the same person. In the mountains, in the forest, in the sea, on the Portuguese coast or on the exotic beaches of the world, the three of was were always together. You, me and our home. I know it existed.
Tell everyone that you had a house, the one that only gained form and flavor when we were together. Illuminated by the candle light, the lamp, the sun, the moon and the stars. Me, lying on your naked chest, and you embracing my bare back, as if protecting me from the danger that didn’t exist. That could never exist there, in our house.
One day I had a house, now I only have the world.
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