God I loved you. Even in the small and quiet moments like this. You, tucked underneath my arm with a faint sheen of sweat on your skin. My hand softly stroking and tracing shapes on your arm, lulling you to sleep. You were perfect, there was no doubt about that. 2 years into this relationship and I still feel as if we just started dating. I softly hummed a random melody to you, while I pulled the duvet on you just a bit more. You ran cold in your sleep, my little popsicle. I loved the intimate moments we shared, the ones where we were so connected, physically and emotionally. But this right here, you laying next to me half asleep, it's almost better.

You suddenly start to stir a bit, your lips mumbling my name, almost as if to search if I was still there. "Yes baby, I'm still here" I whispered reassuringly to your unconscious figure. I don't think I will ever be able to spend a single night without you. Your cold hands pressed against my chest like icicles in the winter, the scent of your shampoo teasing my senses. I'd lay here forever if I could.