He placed his lips delicately upon the top of my head.
I felt warmth run right through me in an instant.
My arms around his waist and his around my shoulders.
Pulling me close and reassuringly tight.
He was my heaven.
He didnt even need to try and everything felt ok.
I held him close as he let it all out.
His fear, his confusion and his doubt.
I would kiss away his tears but the look in his eyes,
The look of a lost boy…
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it go away.
I love him.
The birth mark on his back,
the way his hair is curly at the back and wavy at the front and straight on the top.
How his beard isnt as thick on the right as it is on the left,
the way his nose takes a detour to the left, or the right when I was holding him face to face.
His little tooth that fits his face perfectly.
His patch of freckles on his chest.
His really wide nails, and his really long toes.
The little tabs on the ends of his ears.
I loved them all cus they were mine.
I loved the most
When we laughed together,
Or had tickle fights or rolled around playing like teenagers.
Or told secrets, that weren’t real secrets.
Watched bad tv together and secretly loved it.
The way we taught each other valuble life lessons.
The way I fell asleep on his chest and would wake up as big spoon.
How we rolled in unison in the middle of the night without saying a word.
The drives, the music, the dinners, the quiet cuddles, the sweet embraces…
The way I knew exactly how he was feeling and he didn’t even have to say.
The excitment in my heart when he came home from work.
But he was mine and I didnt care, he was happy, I was happy, it was worth it. He was beautiful, he didn’t lie, he wasn’t mean, he didn’t fight, he was there when I asked, he knew me so well, he knew just what to do.