Like all relationships mine is not perfect. We work on it. Go through our ups and downs. I get frustrated. He gets frustrated. We distance ourselves but then we grow closer. And it seems that every time we grow closer its from a stolen moment. The early morning coffees snuggling in bed. Talking about nonsense. Joking and laughing. Seeing who can make the other smile first. The times we lock the door and hide from the world. Listening to music. Acting like kids again. Chatting away while taking a bath. Long drives to a hidden place. Sometimes he does all the talking and sometimes I do. Moments of acknowledgment and understanding. Sharing and simply spending time together. Stolen moments that I've never shared with anyone else before. Stolen moments with my best friend, my lover.