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I no longer wish to be loved childishly.

I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity.

I don't want to be smothered by the fear of jealously and insecurities.

I don't want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in.

I want to be somewhere where I can breathe.

Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound or even play the tune, or nod my head to the rhythm  of the one I call "home".

I want to call you "home".