I love being held. I love when I am in someones arms, and I know that they would do anything for me. yea, I know its selfish but that is what I love.

I love waking up to someone and smiling and having them smile back. When you are cold, and you are sharing a blanket and hugging each other as tight as you ever could. your hair is all a mess and your breath smells and you nuzzle up to their neck and they nuzzle you back and wrap their arms around you. and you smile. And fall right back asleep.

I love walking into a room and he smiles back at you, you work your way over, making googiley eyes just for fun until you reach him, and then he wraps you in a big hug and you say hi and act like you haven’t seen each other in ages. That is a great feeling.

Knowing your love will not fade.The happy moments, the secret smiles.

The tears after a big fight. And then him rushing over to dry them with kisses, not being able to sleep until he knows I am better.The silent way people drift apart, the way the secret smiles fade. The fights end in crying with no one to hold you. the way your world seems to collapse, but you know this isn’t the way its supposed to be.YELLING AT HIM TO FIX IT. even though you know you did more damage than he did.

Being completely in love with him. and him with you.

Being bestfriends, lovers, soulmates.

Him thinking he is not good enough, so he wants you to find someone that is.

You refusing to find someone else because you want him.

The complications.

The tears.

The heartache.

The feeling of love through it all.