As the sun approached it’s cycle he laid his head gently on my lap. There he was serene, with his eyes closed and lost in his own thoughts while I caressed his face loveably. Absorbing every perfectly drawn line on his face, memorizing every freckle I could see. Every now and then his eyes would open and his lips would create the most delicate and sweet smirk, that smirk that said nothing and everything all at the same time. Locking my eyes in his for a few seconds just to get lost in that deep brown color his eyes contained. While still absorbing his features my hands would slowly stroke the hair on his chest, his skin. His head remained in my lap while I smiled at the view of him there so calm, while his aroma intoxicated me more. It was that precise moment that I realized that if I ever lost him I would lose myself as well.