HOME.
That’s what it felt like the first time I knew I was in love. It was like the warm embrace of being home when I was a kid.
The first time I knew I was in love, we were at a private lake looking up at the night sky. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time; wanting to share your whole heart but frightened at leaving it open and vulnerable.
It was my first love and I was eighteen.
Since then, I’ve had my heart broken, turned my back on the idea of ever wanting to be in love again, convinced myself I don’t need the love of someone else, fell in love again, fell out of love, learned what kinds of love I need and what kinds of love I can give to others.
With my last three projects, the need to create came from the necessity to survive. I had no vices to counter the hurt I was going through. I was drowning. Struggling to keep my head above that cold, dark water. Creating those stories gave me an outlet to slowly remove the pain and start the process of healing myself.
I’m not sure what inspired me to create this story. As far as I’m aware, there wasn’t a specific event or person that was the driving force behind creating HOME.
I suppose that on a deeper level, this story is the creative realization that my heart has finally healed. Scarred, but healed nonetheless. Time has a way of doing that.
HOME is a story about two people in love. Two people who finally found each other and are creating a new home together. It’s about the best parts of being with the person who you’re meant to be with. It’s about the person who occupies your thoughts when your mind starts to wander. It’s about the person whose smell you recognize as they quietly sneak back into bed with you. It’s about the person you want to stay in bed with all day. It’s about the person who holds your heart and won’t be afraid that they’ll drop it. It’s about the person who when you undoubtedly experience challenging times, you still choose them.
Finally, it’s about the person who, when you saw them, your heart quietly said,”There you are. I’ve been praying for you.”
My hope as you watch this is that it reminds you of who you love; who your home is. Or maybe it inspires you to let yourself heal so you can experience the joys of loving someone and being loved.
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