Every night, he cuddles me in the bed. Usually, I will try to escape, but for some reason, I enjoy it. I like to have my space and breath, flipping side to side, but now, I look forward to going to bed every night and having all those feelings when he touches me, kisses me, and feels my skin.
My mother used to say, ‘Hold on tight when your soul feels like home.’ It never crossed my mind that a person can make me feel at home, and I tend to go back to him. I haven’t known him for a long time, but there is instant recognition on an unconscious level between our souls.
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