Morning 1:
Cuddles, kisses all over my face, his gentle smile as he watched me play with the pup, stroking each other's cheek. His face buried in my nest, then my chest, my fingers through his hair, clutching him close to me. His breathing distressed, "will you spoon me?" My arm under his neck instead of tucked into myself, his fingers entwined with ( Read more... )

He held me.
All.
Night.
Spooning, arm around me, hand on my face, waking up to kiss me. Cuddles, nuzzles, and happy sighs.
My cup runeth over.

Chatting in bed before we drift off to sleep...
"Sorry I'm not very good company right now."
"Don't say that. I'm happy to be with you."
"I'm happy to be with you. You're very important to me."
He slips his arm around me to pull me closer.

I've been having a lot of doubts lately, about this relationship and where it's going. I feel like the honeymoon phase has dissipated and now I'm left wanting more. I feel like I never reached the intensity of past relationships, and I don't know if that's an indication of something wrong. Yesterday, after a great day, I asked for attention, as ( Read more... )

"I'm so happy I have you."

Kisses and a smile.
   "What?"
   "You make me happy."

Morning kisses goodbye are now reminiscent of a prince waking a sleeping princess: soft, slow, sweet. I'm usually awake before they start, but relish the thought of him being so gentle in waking me.

🥰

Did you just call me "love"?

Last night was our big date night before he leaves for CA. I looked stunning in white pants, a blazer, and a lace bodysuit underneath, with black strappy heels. He commented that he felt underdressed compared to me. Later he would tell me that I looked great, that he was proud to be seen next to me. Small bites at the wine bar, and he was ( Read more... )

"I feel things... for you."
I know you're gonna need time to open up, to let me in. I appreciate what you're showing me.