The Warmth of You Beside Me
Her head on his chest, the scent of her hair filling the room, the rhythm of his heartbeat rising and falling beneath her until sleep finally takes them both.
Her head on his chest, the scent of her hair filling the room, the rhythm of his heartbeat rising and falling beneath her until sleep finally takes them both.
One kiss and an electrical current runs through him, warming his hands, charging his heart, filling every quiet corner of his soul with sudden, undeniable life.
It took a lifetime to find her, and now his soul finally smiles. Lucky doesn’t cover it. He basks in a love he almost stopped believing could exist.
Their love was never just the moment they met. It’s the hand-holding, the shared dinners, the quiet promise to weather any storm wrapped in each other’s raincoat.
Miles apart, he closes his eyes and wonders if she’s thinking of him too. Torture lives in the quiet now, but her memory still finds him each night.
As daylight fades into the moon’s shadow, he lies awake aching for her touch, dining in sleep on memories of two lives already intertwined into one.
A vow made in plain words: to hold, to comfort, to carry each other’s doubts and fears. Not grand promises, just steady devotion, secured by nature’s own perfect timing.
No distance, no obstacle, nothing standing between them changes the pull. They are magnetic, drawn back together the way certainty always finds its way home.
He still can’t explain the logic of it, only that he gets to call the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen his, and that alone undoes him.
Her face finds him in the clouds now, uninvited and everywhere, absolving whatever trouble the day has handed him before he even notices it’s gone.