Perfection, Now.

I lay silent, but awake, entangled in sheets that didn't belong to me, in a pair of arms that weren't mine. The warmth from both radiated through my body.

I wished I could stop the world, in that perfect moment. The sound of you breathing kept me awake, eyes half open, imagining what this could be if it was every day.

I wanted you in the worst way; I wanted you forever.

This perfection was what I longed for. That feeling of being wanted, needed, loved. It was what I craved.

This feeling was satisfaction; it was beyond exemplary.