The cuddling at night.
Where all of the day's worries are (or should be) forgotten, stored away, put to the side.
It's one of those time that I know and feel that I am truly loved.
Yes, I know I'm loved, but these moments, I treasure.
The quiet, hearing his breathing.
I feel safe in his arms.
I've never liked going to bed, but I always love going to bed with him.
It's calming, it centres me, it relaxes me.
Those last few moments of peace before drifting off.
Knowing he'll be there when I wake in the morning, or even through the night.
The closeness shared of our skin touching.
Our breathing synchronised.
Hearing his heart beat.
Holding his hand as we drift away.
I am a simple woman of simple pleasures.
And this is one of them.
I truly love him in these moments.
These snippets of time, in which I wish they would last forever.
And every night they do.
Every night I fall asleep, next to him, in his arms, our bodies touching, but also our hearts, I am a happy woman; a woman in love.
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