He likes it when I fall asleep on him. He kisses me while I sleep . “Hey” he says, and he moves away only so that he can pull me closer, in a way that allows me to lay my head on his chest.
Listening to his heartbeat makes me feel safe. For the first time in my life I don’t feel alone. His skin is darker than mine, and softer. The colors look beautiful together. They match.
And then he breathes faster, Starts kissing ma nose…and his fingers are lost in my hair, and the silence is the most comfortable and forgiving I've ever felt… and then he says he loves me. And he means it.
I’m shocked every time. He professes his love, and I laugh. I laugh because there is no other way to express the pure happiness I feel, and I feel it because he is my soul mate. I tell a joke about some thing silly and now it's his turn to laugh. He laughs at me, not at the joke: "That joke was terrible. I just have to laugh because you think it's funny. It's sweet to me."
Then we're back. He tells me about his day, and asks me about mine. "I love how you just can't shut up," he says with that beautiful smile.
It should be beautiful…..It is…