"i'm with him"

He held me there in his arms, on that bed with the camping flag as its main sheet, with a smile so perfectly his, his body heat warming up my cold hands and even colder feet, the beat of his heart was like a soothing pitter patter of rain, and I was as always instantly at ease. He does this for me, puts me at ease without trying. I tend to be a hyper, active, never sit still, blissful mess, but its when he kisses my forehead and just holds me smiling that the side of me that is never calm, finds a hide and seek spot and hides til its time to play again. Have I mentioned he makes the best sandwich ever? He does, its the perfect recipe and never fails to satisfy. He held me in the cold as we watched fire fan the frosty air, entertainment is always better when its in his company. He moves me when he's moving on the dance floor, his joy and love for dance are so clear to the eye, and I'm a sucker for the charm it brings out in him. He's patient with me, and god am I grateful. He teaches me things without rushing and his explanations are clear and accurate. I've never been happier to be labeled as taken. It brings me overwhelming joy when I get to point across the room and say " See the man in the hat, dancing. I'm with him".