the answer is in the wind.

To lie in his arms and just forget the world; to wake from sleep way before I need because my body can’t believe it’s allowed to stay here without obligation, to realise that although we have both turned in the night still we sought each other out, and a limb is twining or pressing, an ear seeking heartbeat, comfort found between body hugging mattress and fluffy duvet sky.

“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.”

You know you’re in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like the week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, to talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep.

How glad I am that you exist.