Not Just A Door

It was a long workday followed by an unusually brutal commute. Exhausted I stood in front of my door and suddenly I was overcome with a sense of happiness. Happy to be home? No, that’s not it. Sure this day was rough but no more than hundreds of days before it. So, what was it? I know, it was because on the other side of the door she was there. Ever since she’s been on the other side of the door it wasn’t just a door, it’s the door to a home, a door I looked forward to opening all day. An ordinary door she had transformed into a door to my heart. It was with that realization I turned the key and opened the door and there she stood and I knew I was home.

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