A wave of love hits me. It’s there during all the big moments, a large swell that rises when he kisses me. When he fucks me nice and slow under the stars, a hand on my heart and the other in my hair. When we’re with our friends and our eyes meet, a smile pulling at his lips the second he sees me. It’s more powerful in the mundane moments, though. That swell turns into a tsunami. A tidal wave of affection and adoration for the man who loves me wholly. Completely. With flaws and faults and beyond.
