In a field, wide and blessed with flowers of different names, colors and shapes, we lay together on a mat. Feeling the evening breeze of spring ripple through our clothes and hair. Peacefully enjoying the warmth of each other.
"Tell me you love me." He's saying. But who is he? I can only hear the voice. I can't see the face of the man. Just his lips. But I know I'm the one in his arms. He feels so right.
Lying like this in his arms feels like resting at home with my favorite blanket around me. He feels like my safe haven.
