I saw it there, in your kitchen laughing at old videos of you and embarrassing photos that your friends were willingly showing me. It was peaceful, feeling as if I belong for the first time in years.

He stood in the doorway, watching the game on the television, hope you’re in your hand, casually glancing over your shoulders at the sound of my voice. You chatted with a friend of yours, eyes on the living room.He stood in the doorway, watching the game on the television, hope you’re in your hand, casually glancing over your shoulders at the sound of my voice. You chatted with a friend of yours, eyes on the living room.

“Do you see what he is doing?” She spoke nodding in your direction. Our conversation went to a halt.

“Yes?” I asked in the form of a question. I never noticed how you lingered in a crowd of people.

“He’s guarding you.” She smiled and lightly shook her head. “He’s making sure you’re comfortable and okay.” And I smiled to myself.

You were subconsciously protecting me, staying within reach. I felt the warmth rushed to my chest. It was a little things that make me fall in love with you every day.