You open your eyes full of hope to see his face again, even though it has only been a couple of hours since sleep has stolen this view from you? And how can you, again, forget the last fight that has mended your heart with doubts?
Why do I love him?
Because I like when he whispers kind words into my ear or when I hear his abrupt breath. I like his capacity of holding onto small, insignificant things which for some may mean nothing but for me, they mean the world.
Next to him I am always myself and the child within me isn't scared to show up.
I love to wait for him to come back home and cuddle into his arms like I would do this for the first time.
I like to kiss him good night and fall asleep with the thought that he knows I love him the most and I will always be his shadow when he ain't next to me.
That is why I love him.
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