Remembering looking into the eyes of my beloved;
Those pure dark browns,
Those dusty memories,
The painful heart-ache.
Remembering the soft placement of his hand into mine,
The way it slides in perfectly, just as a jigsaw puzzle should.
The way his rhythmic thumb gently just strokes mine,
The way it just seems to fix every pain in my body, with just a touch.
Remembering the soft kiss of his lips on my scarred forehead,
His lips just brushing the top of my skin the way a blanket would cover you as safety.
His lips protection against the world
His lips just a comfort zone against everyone.
Remembering the safety of a giant bear hug,
The arms of a soldier wrapped around me as corruption has struck.
The strong body as a force field.
The tightness of all the protectiveness in the world.