Him. He fills my heart with determination and my stomach with anxiety. He fills me with joy and pure happiness. I see him, and my face reacts with a smile that I cannot control. We walk towards each other and I open my arms wide to be engulfed with a gentle hug. He holds me as if I'm a delicate glass doll. I feel his arms wrap around my body and I immediately feel safe. I feel at home. I want this moment to last forever.
We don't communicate throughout the action, but we don't need to. We are content with eachothers presence. I feel the slight move of his hand go from my shoulder to lower on my back and trace circles, calming me down and making me forget about any stress I had. He gently places a kiss on my forehead and we look at eachother.
Pressing our foreheads together, we look into eachothers eyes as if we're searching for something. In his eyes show admiration and were endearing. His lips curve up into a contagious smile and I find myself smiling too.
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