The Final Proof: From House to Home

We started at 23, just names on a lease, Two strangers in a kitchen, looking for peace. I didn’t know then, as I walked through the door, That you were the person I was searching for.

But the variables shifted, the math started to grow, From Ontario’s streets to the Calgary snow. We checked into Ink, Unit 802, And the math of the universe pointed to you. 6 + 2 + 4 made the month and the day, The moment the "roommate" was stripped all away.

I’ll work myself to the bone; I want you to have it all, I’ll be the foundation, the roof, and the wall. Because a house is just a house when you’re standing alone, But with you there beside me, it will always be home.

I’ll spend the rest of my days making sure that you’re happy, Through the highs and the lows, through the calm and the snappy. I can’t imagine a life without you right here by my side, My partner, my center, my beautiful guide.

So I’m gonna hold you until we are old, The greatest story that’s ever been told. This is your home and I won’t let you go, The only answer the numbers will ever need to show.