IN THIS MOMENT

He and I share lots of those moments. We spend countless hours on road trips back to home. His home, but we've both agreed that home is where ever the two of us are together. There are serious talks and many silences that fill the gaps between us; but those silences aren't uncomfortable. Quite often, he reaches over to the passenger seat and grabs a hold of my hand and I feel like nothing can separate us.

I've become accustomed to the scent of his Bvlgari AQVA cologne on my clothes and the way he makes faces when I try to wake him up for work. He knows that when I become fearful of the problems that life throws at me, I seclude myself from everyone and yet he still forces himself in. It frustrates me that I cannot get angry at him for caring so much. He's the right amount of sugar to my cup of caramel latte. 

Last night, he came home late and I was exhausted, so I clambered right into bed and after a couple rounds of a word game on my iPad, sleep had conquered my body. Still half awake, I could feel his movements right beside me. "Babe, you still have make up on." he whispers and knowing that I was already too tired to get up and wipe it off, he got up went to grab my make up remover wipes (yes, he knows what they are!) and removed my make up for me. 

He then switches the heater on and slips under the sheets throwing both arms around me. He never fails to remind me that he loves me and his actions speak louder then the words. I once read a quote that went something like this: 

"People move on orbits so distant from one another. But sometimes they collide, and when they do, what a goddamn beautiful thing."

And I've started to believe that maybe he and I were a collusion.