Have you ever looked at yourself through my eyes? I wish you could. Only then you would have known, how precious your dumb smile is to me. You can try and see, but you won’t ever understand what your messy hair flips mean to me. The way you lick your fingers when you mess up your hands during our pizza dates or the kisses you plant on my smelly lips every morning, I still can’t decide which moment I crave for more. There have been a few people who had been there to cry with me, but probably you’re the only one who knows that I need a large chocolate ice cream to keep me from smudging. Those late night cycle races to the end of the lane, fighting for the window seat when we travel through a bus. You have taught me that home is not a place but a heart full of love.