there aren’t many things in life that I adore more. Being close to you, touching, feeling … sensing you. I rest my cheek against your chest. Your skin is warm and I can feel your heartbeat talking to me. I trace my fingers along your body; all the way to that little line of hair promising a different universe.

I smile and listen to your heartbeat. Have I ever told you that I love you? Have I ever made you understand that it is true? I whisper: “I love you Krümmelchen.” and I feel you sigh.

I press my lips against your chest, trying to reach that heartbeat of yours. I have done it a thousand times, but it never grows old. Only your heart beats like it does and the sound of it draws me into sleep.

Your arms move around me and I can feel your lips brush over my hair. redamō; loving someone who loves you in return. I may never be able to put into words just how much of my soul is yours. But I can feel your love drumming softly through your chest.

redamō. I promise you my heart.