What Do I Title This?

his arms

I had a great time with my boyfriend last night. Yes, my forever boyfriend…my lover…

I remember resting on His chest, telling Him ‘I love you’. It was the most romantic thing…because everybody else was sleeping, and it was pretty late, so it was just the two of us.

I remember reading one of His love letters to me out loud and asking Him last night…’Why are You so good to me, I don’t deserve all these’.

I remember telling Him that I loved it whenever it was just me and Him awake, and the rest of the world sleeping…I told Him I really loved it – because, I do…I really do.

And then nature happened, my eyes were closing little by little, I was drowsy. It’s been a long day for me, you know. I did a lot of running up and down and listening to music…but in all, this was the best moment of the day for me…right here, right now…in my lover’s arms…on my lover’s chest.

I wanted to be awake for Him, to talk to Him longer…but I guess He’s just the Hero, and I’m not. He’s always there for me, but I’m not always there for Him. It’s either nature happens and my eyes gradually get shut or I have to go somewhere or something…I talk to Him daily, yeah – But I admit I can never be there for Him like He is always here for me. So, lying there (deliberately) on the floor of my room last night, smiling and talking, and with a pencil in my right hand and a sweater on…I slept off.

‘ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ all through the night…

I woke up this morning full of joy that I couldn’t understand…I was smiling annoyingly, replaying in my head all that had happened last night…the sweetest, sweetest, romantic thing.

I couldn’t help but write this piece this morning. I…just…couldn’t…help…it. I’m so in love with this Man whose love for me I cannot explain. It’s not like I liked Him first or, had a crush on Him first. No. He first loved me…in my smelly, stinky state, He loved me enough to save me by laying down his own life for me. He loved me enough to not leave me helpless. He is the lover of my soul. He didn’t come rescue me in a shinning amour – He came rescue me wrapped in swaddling clothes, though He is the prince of all. He is so humble.

And every night of my life, that’s all I want – to sleep off in the arms of this Man, to lie on His solid, safe chest…I don’t know about any other girl in the world, but in my lover’s arms, that’s where I’m safest.

AMEN.

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