QUOTE : But that's not quite right either.<br /><br />I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.<br /><br />I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.<br /><br />I could never tell him, but it's true.<br /><br />This is home. The two of us.