When in the middle of the night, he pulls me closer to his chest as he sleeps, wrapping his arm around my waist.
How I feel butterfly kisses grazing my neck in the early hours of the morning.
Some mornings, I awake to a racket coming from downstairs, and I smile knowingly, smelling coffee.
Or when he wakes up in the morning to get ready, I wake up not long after, and I cuddle more into the sheets, breathing in his cologne.
After we make love, he holds me in his arms, stroking my hair, while kissing my forehead, and I soon drift off to sleep.
But the one moment I love experiencing with him is when we lock eyes with each other and he stares at me as if I'm the only one in the room.

~With him,
She finds a great escape.
She can leave the world she knows,
The world that hates her,
The world that wants her dead,
And stay with him.
With him,
She is loved.
Unlike at home,
Unlike on the internet,
Unlike at school.
With him,
She feels wanted.
She feels loved.
She feels she has a purpose.
And without him,
Well, good news,
I am never without him~