Is this what love feels like? Is this what it’s like to be loved by someone with no obligation to be anything other than myself? Warm and fuzzy, like curling up on the couch on a cold, snowy night in my favorite of his hoodies and a mug of hot chocolate after a long day. Like my favorite person smiling down at me, pressing his lips to mine before he lifts the blankets and slides in beside me, pulling me into his warmth, the safety net he casts around me every time he’s near. Because with him, I’m safe. Safe to be myself, safe to feel, safe to want, safe to be.
