Home…

How is it that such a simple word can cause such feelings of serenity
and contentment to surge through me?

However far apart we are, however great the distance between us just
the notion of those four letters makes the miles seem like nothing.

Resting my cheek against the cool side of the shuttle's hull I
sigh as I think of what you might be doing now.

Probably curled up on our sofa, deep in slumber, your head resting on
your arm. The copy of whatever it is you're reading open and
forgotten beside you. Long golden lashes resting on soft cheeks,
flickering as you dream sweet dreams.

That thought makes me smile…because I know that as I sit here and
think of you, you lie there and dream of me.

I used to think a home was false hope, merely a place of false
security, a place to hide when there were no battles to fight.
Then I met Cathy and home became a place for family, however
tentative the connection. But now? Now I know.

Home is no place on Earth or the colonies; home is inside you
Quatre…your heart…your love…that is my home.

The place I return to...

~End~

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