If I ever build us a home, I promise it will be more than just a place to retreat when life outside weighs heavily on our shoulders. It won’t be just walls and a roof with high ceilings and my dream kitchen set. It will make you feel hugged the moment you open the door after a tough day, for it would be my love that welcomes you at the threshold.
If I ever build us a home, I promise not to decorate it only with furniture but to fill every corner with the love I have nurtured since it was a seed. Every time you gaze at any spot, any corner – you will remember how much love has brought us happiness throughout our long and never-ending journey together. The walls will echo our laughter, the floors will bear witness to our steps in unison, and the air will always carry the scent of our dreams.
If I ever build us a home, I promise to cook you your favorite meals before you head off to work and serve you warm tea at dinner. The kitchen will be a place of laughter that seasoned with love. Whether it’s your favorite spaghetti or my go-to chicken soup, know that in every bite you will feel nothing but my adoration and devotion. You can tell me how hard the day was until your plate is clean, then realize the burden on your chest will slowly diminish and replaced by the comfort of being understood and cherished.
If I ever build us a home, I promise you will never find a more comfortable place than our bedroom, where we hide nothing from each other. You know me completely and I know you just as well. We will be buried under the warm blanket and our skin whispering vows for our hearts to be linked forever. The night will wrap us in its quiet, while its silence witnesses our unspoken promises.
If I ever build us a home, I promise you will be able to read me like an open book. You will understand all in me just as I will understand yours. It will be a place where our souls find their true reflection in each other.
If I ever build us a home, I promise to fill it with nothing but joy and bliss, letting them spread through every corner of every room. The laughters we share everytime you make silly jokes will be the most beautiful soundtrack of our lives, the joy will be the air we breathe, and the love will be the foundation upon which we build everything else. Each room will hold a piece of our story to be written in the book of us.
If I ever build us a home, I hope it will someday be the place where our scream echoes without burdens where we can be our truest selves. I dream of a haven where we can grow old together, where every wrinkle is a proof to the years we have passed, and every hair that slowly turns white will be the reminder – that sometimes home is not merely a physical place but a feeling of being completely and utterly loved.
