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Opening your eyes and having the room get darker and darker each time; interrupted by giggles due to ridiculous dialogue on the television. Arms around you, you couldn’t imagine being in anyone else’s. Hands on his chest, neck, face; you can feel the beating of his heart through his shirt, and you hope that maybe it beats for you as much as yours does for him. The only thing you’re sure of is how much you don’t want to let him go, let this leave, let it fall apart. He makes you understand not only what a reason for living is, but why, and you think: I’m finally getting to live, and love, and laugh without second thoughts - and realize, in return, that I make him feel alive. And on the drive home, you can’t stop smiling, because you know that it’s okay to love again, and nothing could compare.
