As his lips move from my forehead to my neck, all I can think about is how much my love for him is growing. It excites me in a new way, like anything could happen and that I have lost control. For once, not being in control does not bother me because I know he will not hurt me, not willingly. You can see it in his eyes how badly he wants, needs, to be loved. I am not sure that anyone has ever cared for him like I do and that leaves my stomach feeling dark and empty. He, of all people, should have an everlasting love. So pure and lovely, he is everything; from now until the end of time.