I woke up before he did, it must be early in the morning as it is still dark outside. I woke up with his arm around me, it makes me feel safe. I embrace the feeling. It is quiet, only the crackling sounds from the fire slowly burning out and the quiet sound of his breath fills the room. His skin feels warm as I move closer to him, the blanket covering us both. I feel so relaxed.
I focus my eyes on the fire, red and yellow, black and orange, slowly burning. I remember the words.. "We all see things in the fire, were we to open our senses and let the mind run freely". I have never seen anything but what it has been, fire. As I lay here now, I see something else. I see myself. All thought from before are vanished, only now exist.
I close my eyes for a moment, I breathe in, the scent of him filling my nostrils as I stroke his arm. His skin is soft. I am here, right now. I am not alone, he is here with me. It is here I want to be, it is like this I want to feel.. for as long as I may. Safe. Not a single worry passing through my head. Safe and relaxed, warm and belonging. This is how it feels.. and I understand it now. This is what people mean when speaking of love. I want his love. Deserving or not, I want it. I am loved, I am thankful.
