I missed you tonight. I missed our ritual.

You were already asleep as I silently entered Our Room and undressed. I saw your tshirt left for me and smiled as I slipped it over my head and smoothed it down over my naked body. I could still smell you in it.

I brushed my own hair as I stood, watching you sleep. You look so innocent and even more open than you already are. Though I'm not sure how that's possible. You're already so very Honest. And Accepting. I want to protect that innocence, that vulnerability.

I wonder what I would set free tonight if asked. Nothing I hadn't already told you. How proud I was of holding to my opinions. How I didn't let myself be bullied into saying something different. I owned my life today. My fucking life.

Sliding into Our Bed behind you, I wonder at how cool your skin is even under the blankets. You unconsciously seek my warmth as I get closer. I wrap around you, pulling you into the curve of my body, spooning you, holding you, as you did me last night.

A soft kiss on the back of your shoulder then I bury my nose in your hair, breathing you in. Safe. Wanted. Loved.

Mine.