Sometimes when she’s sleeping, I kiss her on her shoulders, the back of her neck, her cheek, anywhere and everywhere. I play with her hair and run my fingertips up and down her sides. I think the highest of hopes for a future together with her. I listen to her heartbeat and play with the fringes in her clothes. I cuddle up against her, holding her, and truly think to myself that she’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. So, hopefully, if there is some sort of higher power, they know that I loved her even when she wasn’t looking; I’ve heard that true character is built when no one’s watching. Maybe this way, I’ll be judged for the way I love, not the ‘who’ I love.