I watched him while he slept last night. My intentions were only to take one quick glance at his sleeping face before my fingers flicked the lightswitch that would flood us into night. It didn't happen that way. I lay there for hours, just touching the smooth soft skin that seemed to reach out for me.

The things I felt...God, there are no words for them. 'Love' is often used, but it seems so inadequate. There is no way all the feelings and perceptions he gives me can be expressed in that one tiny word. But, it is all I have, so that is what I shall use.

I look at his eyes, awake or sleep, and I just know. I know that I am happy, and I know that I will never be this happy again. I know that I have found everything I was looking for, and I no longer have to search endlessly for the meaning of my placement upon this earth. My meaning is him. He is why I am alive. He is my motivator for remaining alive. No more fame, no more fortune. I would be happy living an average life with him...but you have to see that it would not just be average to me anymore. It would be wonderful, because he would be there by my side every step I take. I will be there by his side, every step he takes.

I will always be there for him. I will not move, I will not budge from this place I have in his life. I just hope with all the love in my heart that he will not leave either. I trust him. I trust his words. I believe that he feels the same way I do. But it's so hard to comprehend how someone as wonderful as he is can love someone like me as deeply as he does. He must see something that I do not. But isn't that what love is?