Those past days feel like a dream. we stay close to each other, and that's fine like nothing has ever been. I find myself telling him things I didn't know I know.

We spend a lot of time in bed. making love again and again, talking and doing things too perfect to be put into words.

last night we went outside to eat and we danced salsa at the beach restaurant. then we went back and made love that felt like dancing. Justin said nothing ever seemed so perfect as my eyes while we danced, and I didn't know if he ment the dance or the sex. I loved him then more than ever.

Parts of me want this time to never end, but other parts want exactly this more than anything, so we can go back home and start our real life and make every day feel like reality instead of a dream.

but meanwhile I can just look at him sleeping, one arm around me, and I know the best thing in my life is happening, right now, right here. I can see it in his smile. 

I told him that a few nights ago and he said I love you. I smiled even though he couldn't see it, but I knew he felt it by the way his hand tightened around the curve of my breast.