sweetabsence
I Have Forgotten What It Was Like To Be Held Until Last Night.
2-28-07 || 9:08pm || Mood:
I closed my eyes and found a spot on his chest that formed against my hear. I placed my fingertips playfully in the pocket of his button down shirt, two inches from my nose. I listened to his heart beat and I then understood, why babies fall asleep so easily resting on their mother's chest. Listening to someone else's heart beat, somehow slows your own. My chest warm and my breaths, like I was taking only air what I needed. My body burned with body heat, like coming in from playing hours in the snow. It felt so good to be held, like getting a massage or getting your hair done just the way you imagined it.
I want him to become so in-tuned with my body language to be able to understand the kind of holding I need, without me asking or telling. To know that when Im feeling overwhelmed, I need to hide my face into his shirt and hold me so tightly, that there is only room enough to breathe...