My favourite place to be is in his arms.
But not just in his arms.
I like to be there, late at night, and hear him snorring and feel his chest go up and down slowly.
I love to crawl underneath the blankets just so I can put my head against his chest, just underneath his chin, and listen to the sound of his hearbeat. To feel his breath stroke my hair with every of his exhales.
I love to wake up in the same place I fell asleep, warm and safe.
And still feel his heartbeat.
As he slowly opens his eyes and looks at me with that still half-asleep smile, whispering “goodmorning beautiful”.
That’s where I’m supposed to be.
Me on my wedding day: you still like me right