Made for Him

In his kiss, I am bewitched. All of my thoughts escape me, and my mind is free to wander into a future where love is gentle and patient. Where he and I are only he and I, with little to no concern that another should, would, or could interrupt us at any moment. A world where I am enough, as I am, with limited need for change. My work, my loneliness, my fear, my sorrow, my anxiety – it all vanishes between our lips, and I am left to be myself, raw and vulnerable, but protected within his heart.

In his arms, firm around my shoulders, I feel safe enough to cry about anything and everything I’d stowed away into the farthest corners of my mind. He is strong enough for the both of us- at least in this moment. He is my shield, my sword, and my rose. Protecting me, defending me, and consoling me all with one hug- with one touch, even. A touch that feels so familiar and welcoming, it’s hard to believe it’s new.

His eyes, so gentle, soft, and kind, look at me in a way I never thought another soul could. There is no sadness, no fear, and no anger- only longing and a desire to be with me forever. I have held nothing back – no secret or weakness- and still he looks at me with nothing but admiration and a deep, profound love. I feel his gaze in my soul, and it gives me such peace to know he knows me as intimately and completely as he does.

I trust him with every fiber of my being, and his reciprocation of that trust shines so bright, it can be seen by satellites. I know this is it. I’ve found my peace… my other half. All of my past heartbreaks have been honing and smoothing me and my life to fit, so snuggly, into his chest that one might believe I was made for him.

To think I thought I knew what love could be, I thought I’d known how deeply I could feel it… I’d thought an awful lot of things, to be fair, but never did I believe there was more waiting for me.