It Is.

A Story by She_Saw_Stars

It is anticipation.
It is waking up and feeling excited.
It is longing for the hours to pass, but wanting them to slow down once he is there.
It is admiring him when he isn't looking.
It is noticing something and *knowing* he noticed it too.
It is the same jokes.
It is laughing.
It is the feeling of joy at being able to let him experience something he loves.
It is seeing him by candlelight.
It is walking and not being bored.
It is feeling safe.
It is catching his eye.
It is tight hugs.
It is wanting.
It is not accepting.
It is being shy.
It is savouring every minute.
It is not wanting to leave him to the lonely room.
It is noticing dark places.
It is how he warms the heart.
It is his smile.
It is his accent.
It is closing the world off.
It is his faith in me.
It is the way he occupies.
It is the way he doesn't know.
It is wondering.
It is waiting.