As she lays in bed at night, she is kept awake by her thoughts. Not thoughts of sadness, but thoughts of her love.
She lays in bed, snuggled up to her blankets and his sweatshirt. She thinks of his smile.
His smile; the smile that lights up her world. She thinks of his eyes.
His eyes; so full of love for her that can only be true. She thinks of his laugh.
His laugh; that laugh is one she longs so dearly to hear. She thinks of his kiss.
His kiss; the kiss which makes her smile like an idiot; the kiss that makes her heart flutter. She thinks of his embrace.
His embrace; the embrace that keeps her warm; she can't get enough. She thinks of him saying "I love you".
His words, "I love you"; these words not taken lightly, said often, yet she could hear him say them for eternity. She thinks of them.
Them; what makes "them"? Their love, their truth, their trust in one another, their honesty, their everything.
She is kept awake by thoughts of her one and only; the man who makes her the happiest woman. Her love.
