Real

You. The day finally came where the word ‘you’ had a meaning. Where the word ‘you’ wasn’t just a word anymore. Where the word ‘you’ provoked an image. A face. A person. A soul.
You. Means Sunday mornings in bed. It means a never ending friendship. It means a place to call home. A person to call home.
You. Means that I will never be alone. It means that at the end of a long day I know where I will find ease. It means that I know the answer to all of my unanswered questions and where they lie.
You. Means that you did it. It means that you broke down a wall. It means that I will never protect myself when around you. It means that I will never have to.
You. Means that I am comfortable. It means I’m surrounded. It means that I’m full. It means I’m a part of you. It means you’re a part of me.
‘You’ is not just a word anymore.
You. Simply just means.
You.