In His Arms

If you told me a year ago that I would end up back in his arms, I would have shook my head and said 'It wouldn't work.'

It happened. For close to three months I have been in his arms, completely his, a smile on both of our faces. Whether we are getting intamite or even just cuddling next to eachother on the bed, especially the latter, we are perfect. I start to think about my future-our future- a future I never thought I/we would have. Even are silly conversations bring us close, bring hope in my eyes.

I love him so very much. I was blind to see this when I was fifteen but now, close to three years later, the friendship blossomed into the love I was searching for all along. A love where neither demands the other, where each knows how to love the other without being told and not faking it. A love only soulmates would have. He is my soulmate. I believe this.

I fell asleep in his arms for 10-20 minutes today. I was so comfortable by his side, that I could doze off with the comfort of him near. As I opened my eyes he smiled down at me, kissed my forehead and ruffled my  hair, and I was just as content as I was when I closed my eyes.

The bad thing about falling asleep in your beloved's arms is the fact that they might have to leave. If you wake up to an empty bed, yet the tingle of him next to you still lingers, it breaks your heart. You long to be in his arms again. And if you fall asleep in his arms, it is very, very hard to sleep alone without thoughts of him cocooning your mind.

Is this the same when you get married, or move in together? Is it possible to be dependent on falling asleep in his arms?

He only left twenty minutes ago, and still I can feel his skin upon mine, his warm smile and kisses.
I already long to be in his arms.