Bare...

Do you remember that day we were supposed to be going to sleep, after having spent all night talking and dreaming about the future, but neither of us could stand to go? You climbed into the bed with me, still naked from your shower, and I tucked you under my arm. You buried your face in my chest and smiled, wrapping your leg over me like you were claiming me, as though I could possibly belong to anyone else. And we just picked back up where we’d left off, as we always seem to do in our long, winding, neverending conversation. I remember looking down at you, seeing your body, your face, in the late morning light, and my chest aching with the need to hold you forever near me. 

That was what made me take my shirt off, the first time I’d done that with you. It’s something that scares me so much, so often, but with you, it just felt right, natural, so that my skin could be warm touching yours, so that I could be as vulnerable with and close to you as you were with me, in that moment. I felt safe. I always feel so safe with you. I cannot wait until you’re resting in my arms, as we no longer have to fight sleep to be together, because we know, from that point forward, we always will be. I love you, my sweet, beautiful, wonderful girl. Thank you for being that, and everything else, to me. I’ll be right here, now and always.