When her head is buried half way into your neck, and you feel the warmth of her breath seep into your skin, you kiss her forehead lightly, eyes closed but you feel her arms tight around you and know she’s smiling. That feeling, is probably the best one out there.
That description is perfection.
"Yes, I do, I believe
That one day I will be where I was
Right there, right next to you
And it’s hard, the days just seem so dark
The moon, the stars are nothing without you
Your touch, your skin,
Where do I begin?
No words can explain the way I’m missing you
Deny this emptiness, this hole that I’m inside
These tears, they tell their own story.”