The sweetest thing about two people becoming one, is when their lives find common spaces to embrace, overlap, then softly settle into a new rhythm.

Like when paints mix together, different colours, each striking and special on their own, and then the inevitable joining, the newness, the softness.

It is in the simplest things, the everyday. Little habits exchanged. Things you never cared about before (never knew about, even) have enormous importance in your life now. It is strange at first, and then you get used to it, and one day, you wake up and you couldn’t remember caring about anything else.

Inside jokes take a life of their own because there will always be something else to say to make it just a little bit funnier. Intonations become different. Languages meet first, then skin. Sometimes, it is the other way around. Each time, the joining is sharp, tangy, and there is a pinprick of recognition.

You are home.