I found love in sheets wrinkled around his body as I lay next to him. The way that he called me six different nicknames but never once called me a harsh name out of anger. I found love in the way he drove two hours with his hand in mine every moment, to surprise me with a gift he researched for in secret. In the way he never left me feeling uncertain about what we were. The way that I was his, he was mine, and we were us. Together. He called us a team. I believe everyone needs a teammate. One who supports you, and isn’t trying to compete against you as an opposing rival.
