Sometimes, it's the way you look at me. It's not sexual, not out of desire or lust, but just looking, for the sake of it. I do the same to you, though I'd never admit it to you, you'd tease and I'd blush. And then you'd have this smile on your face that says 'i don't know what I'd do without you' It doesn't last for long, never lasts for long, and I can only thank god that you don't stare at me any longer because it's turning my legs to jelly, my insides bubble, and I'm not even going to try and stop the smile from grazing my face as you look down at your feet in aid to shield the new redness to your cheeks.
Your eyelashes flutter against my cheek as we sleep, as you sleep... In my arms. They tickle, but somehow seem to graze across my cheeks in the light way they do. Now at this moment, it's now I realise that there has never been walls built up around me, just support blankets keeping me from getting too cold. Security, safety, that's what you gave me, and that all you ever needed.
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