When I Miss Him Most . . .

In the middle of the night I reach for him.  I find his arm, then move my hand down to find his hand.  I give him a little squeeze and when he squeezes back, that's the beginning.  That oh-my-god-I-love-him-so-much feeling that makes sleeping so much more peaceful.  After he acknowledges I'm half awake and wanting to cuddle up, he just tugs me toward him, wrapping me in his warmth.  Just one swift movement and we're all cuddled and blissfully sleeping.  I just can't do it justice, that feeling.  It's just home.  His arms are home to me.

LelaNoir LelaNoir
1 Response Jul 14, 2010

I love that you're in love! :)