Comfort
What does "comfort" mean to you?
Comfort? Comfort is a tight embrace. It's his arms wrapped around me and my head upon his shoulder. It's when he kisses my cheek, or my forehead, or the top of my head. It's when he tells me he loves me, or when he says that I'm beautiful and I disagree, and he kisses me to make me hush. It is sitting in his arms for hours and never wishing to get up. It's feeling completely safe and at ease, and knowing that he'd sooner die than see anything hurt me.
So, really, I suppose that to me, comfort is simply Marius. Everything about him. Being with him. And, most of all, being loved by him. It makes everything in the world seem bearable, and it helps me remember that nothing from the past can come back and hurt me. Comfort is being completely, hopelessly and irrevocably in love.
Comfort? Comfort is a tight embrace. It's his arms wrapped around me and my head upon his shoulder. It's when he kisses my cheek, or my forehead, or the top of my head. It's when he tells me he loves me, or when he says that I'm beautiful and I disagree, and he kisses me to make me hush. It is sitting in his arms for hours and never wishing to get up. It's feeling completely safe and at ease, and knowing that he'd sooner die than see anything hurt me.
So, really, I suppose that to me, comfort is simply Marius. Everything about him. Being with him. And, most of all, being loved by him. It makes everything in the world seem bearable, and it helps me remember that nothing from the past can come back and hurt me. Comfort is being completely, hopelessly and irrevocably in love.