I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.
We must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance.
“It’s strange,” I say, “I never thought about you disappearing. “It didn’t mean anything until it meant too much.”
One morning I woke up with your face a centimeter away from mine; you were still sound asleep, breathing peacefully in and out, and it felt right. You fidgeted a little and tried to feel for something around, until your fingers met waist and pulled me in even closer. I could smell you on me, yet, that wasn’t close enough for you, and I thought to myself, ‘I like this. I like this a lot.’