I woke up next to him on Christmas Eve, our first. He is whispering small wants into my ear.
“I have never been happier,” He tells me, still holding me. What these words do to me, no matter how many times I hear them is amazing. At first it is like shock, I am afraid. Anxiety stirs with the knowledge that I am not the only one living in love, which is more than I ever dreamt. I cannot imagine being next to anybody but him, and he is who I think about. This halcyon state physically manifests as warmth both deep within my breast and brushing against my cheek. I am not subdued in the sense of and moderation or restraint, and yet I have no desire to move a muscle because my pleasure is matchless in this moment.
I stutter out something about being comfortable with him, I am always terrible with words around him. Still like an awkward schoolgirl.
Merry Christmas,
Elizabeth
