Maybe heaven is being held like this, feeling the steady warmth of your arms around me and knowing that nothing could break the silence between our hearts.
Maybe heaven is the quiet in your eyes when they find mine, the unspoken promise that I am safe, and that I belong here with you, fully and without question. Maybe heaven is the way your touch makes the world fade until only the rhythm of us remains, until the past and future dissolve and there is nothing but this moment, endless and tender.
Maybe heaven is feeling your breath against my skin, the comfort of knowing that even in the darkest storms, I will not fall, because in your hold I am whole, and in your love, I am home, free from fear, free to simply be, simply exist, and simply love without end.