He watched her while she slept, drinking in her qualities, like how her mouth was slightly open and she made little noises as she dreamed.
He marveled at the fact that even though she was peaceful in her sleep, the woman she actually was had an unbreakable will. She'd been through so much in her life, and he'd been there every step of the way holding her hand while she held his heart.
He told her he loved her every day without fail, but it was so much more than that. He craved her, thirsted for her. Sometimes his hand felt empty because her fingers weren't linked with his. He always kissed her like he meant it and held her close to his heart, hoping she would never leave him.
She stirred in her sleep and whispered his name from her dreams. He took her hand and settled beside her, closing his eyes and knowing that in a little while, he'd be dreaming of her, too.