I felt your chest gently move up and down with your deep and warm breath.
My knee was against your chest because we were cuddling on the couch in one of those impossible positions that are only comfortable
When you love someone for a long time.
At this moment, my life was simple, my life was beautiful.
Much like the freckle above your right temple.
Unnoticeable at most times, but a perfect imperfection of symmetry that makes your face yours.
The face I love.
The face that brings me so much happiness.
Simple, imperfect, but complete happiness.
Keep breathing those deep and quiet breaths, gently nudging me to move and to grow.
Because those breaths are what give me you.
And you are the imperfect happiness I've needed all along.