I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Brian AndreasStory People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas (via feellng)

Happiness is..

Lying in the arms of your soulmate while drifting off to sleep and then waking up later to find yourselves more entangled than you were when you first fell asleep. Readjusting your position only to feel the warmth of their body move next to you while in half slumber, just so they can hold you closer. Hearing them murmur in dreamy tones that they love you while they drift back to sleep.

That is what life is all about.