There was one evening that i was really tired. Eyes half-shut, nodding off beside you. You told me to go to sleep first, so i crept under the covers and did just that. But i was a light sleeper, always been, and i woke when i felt your weight on the other side of the mattress. I was too drowsy to open my eyes, so i kept them shut, waiting for you to turn off the lights, and go to sleep. The strange thing was, you didn’t. Neither did i feel you slipping beneath the covers as gently and as quietly as you could. All i felt was your weight beside me, unmoving for a little while. Then i felt your fingers smooth over my cheek, and your hand brush away the hair from my face, tucking it softly behind my ear. You stopped there. Your hand was resting at that little spot on my neck, the one where you always hold when you lean in for a kiss. I could hear you breathing. And you were quiet for a little while more before you planted a little kiss on my forehead.

I had never felt so loved.

Lights off, and your fingers were weaving between the gaps of mine. We fell asleep together like that. Holding hands."