Loving her is like breathing. Without her, I am drowning. She is the beginning and end to everything.
It is because of her that the sun rises in the morning. My sun... my everything. Lying here in our bed, listening to the even breathes flowing in and out of her lungs, I feel safe. Loved, wanted… needed.
In and out, in and out. The sound comforts, heals.
She promised to be mine forever yesterday. Little did she know I had made that promise from the first moment I saw her. There was an instant when we first met that her eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of my soul and release all of the tension and fear I had been burying so deep... so deep for so long. It was then that I knew that I didn't, no... couldn't live without her.
A slight hitch in her breath alerts me to the emergence of her sleep, as she places the smallest of kisses to my forehead and pulls me so close. Even in her sleepy state she senses my need for us to be as close as possible. To lay here forever, wrapped in the warmest of embraces for the rest of time.
I'm safe, loved and wanted.
She is my everything. She is my sun, and I her moon and stars. I'm safe, loved and wanted.
A single tear escapes before I can stop it and lands above her right breast, alerting her to my conscious state. Another kiss, this time it lingers. Tender strokes along my back, comforting and loving.
"You are safe my darling," a kiss to my nose. "You are loved," a kiss to my chin. "You are wanted," a kiss to my lips. She wipes away the tears that follow, one more kiss to my temple. "You are my everything Emma."
I am safe, loved and wanted.