His favourite place.

> I love the vulnerability of my man
when he’s at his lowest, in mind and body.
When he leans on my lap and relaxes, even for a moment,
that’s the truest form of him, and the one I love the most.

I feel it’s my responsibility to make him feel safe.
I want my lap to be his safest place in this world.
My love should be warm for him,
like a cup of hot chocolate on a winter evening.

May all his stress vanish like magic when he’s with me.
I pray that he feels the most comfortable in my presence.
Loving him slowly, but deeply, is my only intention.

Because he is the love of my life. ♡