By Andrew Pacutho:
I come home every day to my house tired. It's all I can do to get myself through the door and after I go through the ritual of leaving my clothes everywhere but where they are meant to be, I climb into my favourite short, put on a t-shirt and head to the kitchen.
It is then that the vastness of my little house hits me. The silence is loud… and cold. It is then that I realise how much I want to come home and see your face or hear your voice or just know that you will be back soon. To live with the knowledge that I am not alone, that someone, one person somewhere looks forward to my coming home. I very much want that someone to be you.
I could build a thousand castles, mansions and villas. I could curve a thousand rooms from the earth, adorn each with the greatest tapestries, draping and the finest décor money would buy. If you inhabited these great rooms my treasure would be complete.
But I could live in a hut, in the jungle somewhere with a hole in the ground for a loo. It could be hot and stuffy in the night and perhaps leak when it rains but if, when I swung back the rickety door when I got back, you are standing there waiting it would be just as rich as the greatest mansions the world could give.
I want to be with you. That's just it. I want to be with you. I want you to turn the empty echo of my house into the rich song of a home. I want to look up from my computer and you are there, curled up in the sofa watching T.V. or reading a book, or perhaps across from me on your computer doing some last minute work that needs doing.
I want to know that when I leave the house every morning it was for you that I went out to toil. That I would slay my dragons for my princess for what is a knight in shining armour with no princess to rescue, fight for and spend the rest of his life with.
What is a king and his castle without a queen? What is a fairy tale without the fairy damsel or a knight with no damsel in distress? A duet cannot be performed alone nor the Tango rendered solo. I need another pea in this pod.
I want to be with you. I want you to take my house and make it a home. Give my kingdom a queen and give purpose to this knight and his mighty steed.
P.S I Love You.
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