Sitting next to him watching a movie, his hand on my knee, my hand on his. I gave him a squeeze and laid my head on his shoulder. 14 months in and I still get butterflies in my stomach when he smiles. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I held his hand inside my own, and I realized how much I love him. How much I want to cry just thinking about it. I am a lucky girl, and it was worth the heartache and pain and waiting to find the one who is so right. He is multifaceted and I adore him for his many layers and all the tiny folds within him. There are places for secrets and places for giggles. There is space for me, and space for him. And together we're unstoppable.