The way he comforts me when I feel as if my world is caving in. The way he looks at me, making sure that I know that he’s got me. The way his words sound whispered into my ear in his hot breath. The way he says my name like it means something more. The way his hands cup my face, pulling me gently to his lips. The way he sighs when we kiss, like he’s tasting me again for the first time The way he holds me in his arms tells me all of the things I know he can’t say. The way we move in sync, our bodies becoming as entwined as our souls All of these things tell me how beautiful our love is. So how can it be wrong?