WILMM reason #9
I love sitting next to my boyfriend. I love it even more when he casually puts his hand on my leg and leaves it there. I can feel the warmth of his hand through my jeans. Constant. Steady. Reassuring. A quiet declaration of love.
As I write this I lay on my tummy opposite the love of my life. He is breathing deeply, slowly, soothingly. His hand rests on the heel of my foot and I think to myself that I don't want to do anything to move. As he moves and fidgets in his sleep his hand finds my foot again, and I smile. Even in his sleep, he loves me.
I cannot wait to marry this man. To enjoy the warmth of a hand rested on me every night, not just during stolen quiet moments of napping.