it's because

in those most insignificant moments he notices the crease in your brow as you laugh, he holds you so tightly when you sleep, so tight that it's sometimes suffocating, but intoxicating, like a deep breath on top of a steep hill overlooking the bay, tells you his dreams the very moment you wake, kisses the sweet spot right between your neck and collarbone, sending shivers down your spine, like experiencing a rollercoaster ride for the very first time.

it's like

falling, the whole world is behind you, you don't care, falling, into an abyss? it doesn't matter as long as he's there to engulf you into his warm arms in the end, careless whispers in the dark, rhythms on the soul.

it's for

those who have fallen. those who have ached. those who are in the midst of an everlasting love. those who know the pain of heartache, the bittersweet yearning for yesterday and the strength it takes to walk away. those who love, have loved, long to love, will love.