it’s the way you said my name. it’s like I was hearing it said for the first time.
but when you called me babe, my whole world stopped for a spit second. it was a moment I could have lived in forever.
it was the way you laughed. The same feeling as the first time feeling the warmth of spring.
it was the way you saw me, and understood me to a depth that no one ever has before.
feeling so exposed and raw was a beautiful, powerful feeling.
it was the sleepy good morning kisses, that landed softly on my face.
i’ve never been shown a softness like yourself before. a soft place to finally land my weary wings.
it was how big your smile was when you were looking at me, like you’ve been in a happiness drought and my smile was the first rain in eons.
a soft rain, easing you back into love, knowing that i was holding onto a battered heart.
it was watching you do the everyday things, like checking your phone in the morning, or putting your hair up.
a glimpse into what i’m getting myself into, the innocence of being comfortable around someone you’ve only just physically met.
it was the way you needed me, even if you didn’t know you did, like i was your last salvation.
a war torn mind finding peace in the escape of my arms. battles being fought against one self can be exhausting but knowing that you could find solitude wrapped in my embrace was the greatest gift I could ever receive.
it was the stark contrast of your hands against the tattoo on my forearm as my hand is around your neck, guiding you to the sweet release of ecstasy.
the same way i would guide your hips to grind against mine when you pulled yourself on top of me, thinking this would be where you get to make decisions, even tho i was the one guiding the ship.
it was the warmth from your face when I would tell you sweet things to make you blush.
melting the ice barriers that guarded our hearts from too many people taking advantage of them, slowly but surely letting each other in.
it was the small moments.
