Love Him.

Last night/this morning was particularly nice. I toss and turn while I sleep, which I know has to wake him up at some point. But I always end up in his arms. There was no letting go for him, which I love because that's when I feel so secure, safe, and loved. Nights like this aren't few and far between but they aren't every night either, because, come on - we like our space like everyone else. I suppose because of that, I love those nights even more.

msbogart msbogart
22-25, F
Mar 2, 2009