Waking up next to her, getting hugged and pulled in closer, knowing that even when she's sleeping, with all her defenses down, subconsciously she trusts him, loves him and that she'll never let go, it's moments like these that made him extra grateful for having found her.
It was a cold, breezy night. She had a little too many drinks. But something got her to sober up, a girl, bold and beautiful, gazing back at her. The cool breeze brushed through her hair, whispering in her ears what she had known for a long time but not acknowledged.
Believe me I have had doubts. But I realised that she never gave up on me, even when I wanted to give up on myself, even when I wanted her to give up on me, she didn't. Maybe it was the promise that she kept which made me believe without a doubt that she was meant for me.