Hold

She is making herself a cup of tea, as I slowly walk up behind her.

Thoughts of our history together run through my mind. So many fond memories of her smile, her laugh, her kisses, her food, her temper, her ideas, her great dance skills, her poor singing skills.

It all adds up to this amazing woman who I cannot believe I found. I belong to. Who is mine.

From behind, I slide my right arm over her shoulder, and at the same time I position my left arm under her arm and around her stomach, just under her bosom.

I gently pull her towards me and close my eyes.

Usually I do this so she could feel my arousal resting on her backside, but this time it is different. It is not about sex.

I am pressing my chest onto her spine, trying to match our heartbeats.

Our hearts are in two different bodies, but they are the same.

They are one.

We do not say anything. There is no need for words, as words can not describe how I truly feel for this woman.

I will just stay here for a while.

Holding my lady.

Holding my love.

Holding my life.