A look across a room, the feel of his hand on me, the way he reaches for me. It’s the little things. His lingering scent in the air, his morning texts, the way my body fits his.
That’s what love is all about for me, it’s about the little things. The comfort of knowing he is an arm’s length away in bed and that I can wrap myself around him if I chose to.
It’s a series of moments which constitutes a life shared. A life shared with the love of my life? There’s no place I’d rather be.