The Wimbledon 2015 final. Novak Djokovic versus Rodger Federer.

I sit here watching their game. And its interesting, both contenders have brilliant skill... But even now as I watch them play, my mind is else where.

Her body curves beautifully around mine. Her head resting on my stomach, her arm in a rather inappropriate place, yet I feel no lust, no desire, just love.

The heat of her body keeps my left hand warm as it rests on her shoulder blade. Her leg is tucked comfortably under mine, leaving my knee to press into the spot just under her breasts, allowing me to feel every breathe she takes. And its beautiful. Just feeling her chest go up and then back down as her heart pounds away is immensely relaxing.

We've always had this connection. Sometimes we can be extremely and uncontrollably sexual and other times we can be as relaxed and platonic as we are now. We are spontaneous; I never know what it will be when it comes to us. And its moments like this that remind me of just how much I love this girl. Of how empty my life would be without her.

I move my hand by the slightest and she moves with me. I freeze, hoping I haven't woken her. She moves her leg, causing my foot to gently fall off her knee, and then she stops. And once again, time stops with her.

My foot hurts in its new position but moving it would chance waking her and I would rather let her sleep. She never sleeps much at night, up until two or three, then asleep for a few hours before shes awake again at eight. She deserves this, these few extra hours.

Shes a peaceful sleeper. Even now, in the late afternoon, shes as peaceful as ever, curled up to me for warmth, or maybe just to feel close to somebody. Either way, I don't care. I'm just happy to have her here in my arms.

None of us are too fond of closeness, we like our personal space. But when its just us, that seems to change. Its like we've been waiting for this all day, without knowing what we were waiting for. And once we get together, its perfect. We cuddle and hold each other closer than anyone else will have ever seen before.

If anyone saw us like this they would laugh. And they would probably never stop. Our reputations would be completely destroyed. Her almighty threats and ferocious words would mean nothing. My firm, strong willed ways and uncontrollable violence would be ignored and maybe even protested against. And no matter how much I love this girl, my reputation is something I cannot lose. And I know she feels the same.

But right here, right now, I don't have to worry about my reputation. And she doesn't have to worry about hers. Here, in my room, its just us. And she might think of this as my territory because it is my room. But the second she steps in here, this becomes our territory and its ours to defend. Our sacred place where we can be ourselves without any risks, without any consequences.

Here, there is no me and there is no her... There is only us.

I want to protect her, even though I know she can protect herself. And here she lets me. She lets me wrap my arms around her tightly and call her mine. And this isn't one sided. I let her protect me too. God knows what from because I know for a fact that I'm stronger than her and after a thousand years of looking after myself, I definitely do not need protecting. But still, to keep her happy, I let her protect me.

I live for her happiness, her joy, her laughter and her companionship... I don't know what I would do without it. And I know that there is always the chance that she could be bad for me, but I don't care.

This girl is in so many ways my worst nightmare and I hate the things she can do to me, I hate the person she can make me be. But my love for her outweighs any hate I feel towards her. So even if I wanted to leave her, I can't, I'm stuck. And I love it. Being stuck with her is worth it all. All of the pain, the suffering and the loathing. Hayley Marshall is worth it all.

And Novak Djokovic has won the 2015 Wimbledon cup.