A long journey home

I am just re-reading some old blogs(You are a very talented writer), every once in a while, I catch your faint scent still in the apartment. While you might disagree, the weekend was wonderful. I look around. This used to be my place. My space. You came up for a single weekend, and I can't look at the place the same anymore. Your presence, in a single weekend can change my entire outlook Princess. I look in the living room, I see you on the floor, catching up on paperwork. I look in the kitchen, I see us cooking together(my homemade crab rangoon is the bomb, and your salisbury steaks are fantastic). I look in the bathroom, I see your soap in the shower. I look in the bedroom(where I still get the strongest scent of you), I see the candles, and I won't share what else I see there. I look at the bare walls, knowing they won't be bare for much longer(Watching your eyes light up at that thought is so fucking heart warming, I'm appalled). All of this in a single weekend. This is no longer, and will never be my space again. It is OUR space. I used to just look at this place as a place for me to sleep. A place for me to live until I find a better place. In a single weekend, you turned this crappy apartment into a home Princess. A place I want to be. I know you will be back, and I know everytime you do, you will make this place move livable. You can't help but add your personality to this place, and I couldn't be happier. I was dreading to the thought of coming home tonight, with all the reminders of you here. Instead when I came in, all the memories made me smile, made me happy, just like you do. You might not think this weekend was perfect, but considering how I feel right now, how your presence is still here, and how happy it is here because of you, this weekend could not have gone any better, because you are still here. And I will blog right here and right now Princess, I was wrong. I told you that unicorns don't exist. But the truth is, you are my unicorn.