It's the little things like holding you.
The way you shiver when my hand slightly lifts your shirt so that I feel your incredibly soft skin.
You giggle in a girly way that I know you hate.
Stop, weirdo.
I love it.
Your face is nuzzled in my neck and our legs intertwine. We are chest to chest; I feel the melodic rhythm of your heart beating.
It feels natural, like a moment frozen in time that should've lasted an eternity.
You in my arms, me in yours.
And in this moment, I know that you don't give a damn about how tight I'm holding you and I don't give a damn about your hair in my face because in this moment -
We are so close.
