Nothing more, just sleeping. I miss how I’d snuggle up to you with my head on your chest, and your arms holding me tight. I miss tracing shapes on your chest with my fingers. I miss inhaling your sweet scent. How I’d move to my side in my sleep and you’d move with me to spoon me. That is the definition of perfection.
(Source: forevermyembrace, via our1ove)
"Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision."