I like sleeping with your arm under my head, you holding me close to the skin above your heart, occasionally running your fingers through my hair.
Sometimes I turn away from you only to enjoy more the warmth of your embrace from behind my back.
I like it when you rest your head over my chest. I love the way our fingers intertwine. I like breathing in your familiar scent. I like sensing your presence around me especially when I first open my eyes in the morning to see you right there.
Many times the comfort makes me not want to wake up, so I could stay right by your side for a little longer, and a little longer. I wish those moments had extended into eternity as long as eternity involves you, as long as your heart involves me.
Tonight, once again, just seems like a very silly joke with me lying on my bed without you next to me. How am I going to feel in the morning if my heart already aches this way at night?
I want to crawl back into your arms. Sleep like a baby with you. I want to feel you as my world, one completely separated from the one that is separating us.