He stands in front of me. Tall, strong, perfect. His arms are open, waiting and warm. His eyes are on my face, studying me. I fold myself into him, pressing my hand against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his strong heart. Within myself, I can hear the frantic pounding of my own. Jumping against my ribs. I'm nervous, but it feels like we have done this a thousand times. Like we have stood, hearts together, a thousand times, under a thousand starry nights.
He pulls me closer and leans toward me. His warms lips are pressed to mine, his sweet smell surrounding me, holding my close. We are here. In this moment. Alone. Yet together at the same time. Like the moon and it's orbit on earth. We are around each other, no effort, no practice, just perfection. And we stand there, broken and whole, frozen and warm, happy and finding happiness. He is my happiness, my warmness, my completeness. Perfect.
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