Her skin is soft and gentle against mine. My chest pressed to her back, I hold her close and my heart tells me never to let her go. The way she sleeps, so peacefully and calm--it's as if the whole world sleeps with her. The wildness that radiates from her every pore seems to rest in the cradle of my arms. I love her, and I don't know why. Why does a person love another person? It's fantastical and mystical and amazing and I can't get enough of it. Even if we don't have anything by name, as long as I can sit with her and be beside her I will be content. There are people in life who you will enjoy fearlessly. She is mine to enjoy and hopefully mine to keep, at least for a little while.