Moving
Each time you move, there is a part of you that is ripped away and left behind. When you look at pictures of that place, you can feel a melancholy soul reach out to the perfectness that you once had and then left.
Every place can be perfect when you feel love -- the love makes it perfect, even the imperfection.
There is a home like no else when we are together, love. We fit. The me and the you have a groove and that is where my heart smiles peacefully.