He gives me peace.
All of a sudden, it's so easy. I almost can't remember what i was struggling with all these years.
He always holds my hand.
He always gets the door.
He's always there should i need him.
He always wants to see me.
He gives me space.
He sits next to me for hours in silence, even though i know i am more secure in us, he lets me be.
He sleeps after and wakes up before me, a classic sign of more interest.
But he just holds me till i sleep or wake, and i don't mind.
I am enjoying the security of being with someone i can trust.
He doesn't lie. He's a know it all. We bicker like kids, and laugh about it later.
He doesn't mind my moods, or minds them and doesn't show it.
He watched me go through everything i went through.
He understands my turbulence.
He knows that he is the first man more stable than me to take me on.
He knows what that entails, patience.
Time for my turbulence to find peace in his stability.
Time for me to be ready to let myself fall one more time.
One more time.
We pick out wallpaper and tear down walls and pick out names.
And after i realize we're doing that he holds my hand and asks me not to freak out.
He reminds me that i have time.
That he is not going anywhere.
This is a nice place to be.
He gives me peace, and i am oh so thankful for it.