Loving and being loved. Hugging. Kissing. Having Sex.
Just looking at each other. Holding hands. Looking at our hands how they fit so infinitely well. Looking into his ocean like eyes and realizing how often
I´ve cried an ocean for him. Realizing how often I would do that again; going through all of that pain and fear just to be able to be laying in his arms again. Touching his perfect chest. Enjoying him going through my hair over and over again. Trying to get his attention while he´s almost falling asleep. Realizing that I can´t survive five minutes without kissing him. Wanting him to hold me as tight as possible.
He´s the one.