I stared into his eyes, and I saw stars.
I whispered in his ear, and he listened.
I touched his skin, and he felt my warmth.
I smelled his neck, and he nuzzled back.
I kissed his lips, and tasted love.
Now, I’m trying to remember him and how we were before vividly.
Back then, what I saw weren’t just stars, but vast galaxies. He didn’t just listen, he understood. He didn’t just feel my warmth, he warmed me back. He didn’t just nuzzle, he made me feel wanted. And lastly, what I tasted wasn’t just love, it was home.

















