You had a long day at work and couldn't wait to get home to your boyfriend Nick. You had met about a year ago. You knew about what he went through. Your heart broke for him. He was recovering well. He would repeatedly tell you it was because of you that he got better. You were there through every flashback, every nightmare. He would tell you all the time you were the only reason he was still sane or alive. You walked in and the smell of garlic bread cooking hit your nose. As you walked into the kitchen Nick hugged you. It was a soft, warm, loving hug. You smiled. "I missed you,". he said.
"I missed you too," you said as you broke the hug.
"I made dinner," he said, "your favorite,".
"thank you," you said, "I'm starving,". He lead you to the dining room table where your plates were already waiting. He had made spaghetti and garlic bread.
"So what's the occasion?" you asked.
"Just thankful for another day with you," he whispered in your ear. The feeling of his warm breath sent a soft shiver through you as he lightly trailed kisses down your neck and back up until he met your lips with a short, but soft kiss. He laid his head against yours, "I love you,".
"I love you too Nick," you said. He stood up and smiled. His bright blue eyes shining.
"Let's eat before it gets cold," he said. He turned some soft, romantic music on and dimmed the lights in the room. That's when you noticed the candles lit on the table. He sit across from you and listened as you talked about your day. No one had ever made you feel as loved as Nick did. After you finished eating Nick took you by the hand and lead you to the open space in the room. He put his arms around your waist as you placed your hands on his shoulders and started to slow dance. Soon your head was resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed. It was a perfect night at home.