here…

He once told me that he would kiss just above my belly button if he could.

He never knew that at the moment he said that, he did.

I was just thinking of one day. I threw myself on that bench. Draped myself over and finally let myself go. I cried. And it’s what I needed.

I love my memories.

At times.

And I love him. I love how he is willing to talk with me late into the night. About anything–so many topics.

I love how he makes me feel special in so many ways.

I love how I know that he will grasp my hand tightly as we walk places…everywhere.

I love our picnics.

I love laying across him, trailing my hand over his body.

I love knowing I can fall asleep on him.

I love knowing that I can crawl beside his sleepy body and know that he will welcome me, tired or not.

Peaceful submission.