Sleeping with her in my arms last night was heaven. It felt… right. Right in a way so few things in my life have been. It was like all my scattered pieces were returned to me, and all I was doing was holding her body against mine and breathing in the sweet, clean scent of her. That was it. It wasn’t some wild, life-defining moment, and yet I knew there was nowhere else I was meant to be than right there with her.
