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The Best Kind of Love There Is
It was love at first sight. Did I choose him or did he choose me first? Either way, we were destined to be together.
It’s been over seven years and not a day goes by when I don’t tell him how much I love him.
He’s been by my side through thick and thin. The first time he showed me what I meant to him was the day I was grieving my father’s passing when he sat next to me and rested his face on my shoulder. He was there for me.
Some days when I go to bed early, he joins me later in the night. Somedays he’s in bed early and I join him. We have our designated sides of the bed we occupy.
Once I slip into my slumber, I feel his warmth as our bodies touch each other in bed. There is a sense of calm and comfort that he is by my side. When I change positions in my sleep, I can sense that he does too but he makes sure he's close to me.
Daylight hits the window and I know it’s time to wake up, but he's right next to me. I am all cuddled up with him and fall asleep for a bit longer.
When I open my eyes, I see him share my pillow. His eyes gazed at me with unconditional love. I smile and reach over to kiss him. He immediately rolls over on his back. A sign of complete trust, and that’s my cue to give him a belly rub.
