i'm... his forever girl
I felt so... comfortable, falling asleep in his arms. I don't think I've slept that well in a long time.
Last night, we let ourselves be a little selfish--we confessed our wants, our needs, even though we knew that today... they would get pushed aside. Because I really do need to go home at some point; and he... well, he has to help heal the world.
It wasn't until I said it that I realized how true it was: I really do want to live my life with him. To have that and everything it entails. Someday.
...I wonder what he meant by 'soon.'
At some point, I woke up... to see him sleeping quietly. All the stress normally claiming his expression was gone, and he just... he looked so tranquil. I'll admit that I watched him for a while, the rise and fall of his chest calming--even his little snores. I ended up playing with the collar on his shirt until I fell back asleep; his arms were still wound around me... warm.