We had stayed up late studying at his place and, honestly, he was right that it was silly for me to drive across town to sleep two hours before coming back for class. So we cuddled. And while we cuddled in his bed, me between him and the wall, I felt something new. I felt safe. For the first time in my entire life – at 25 years old – I felt safe.
I knew without a doubt that this man next to me would never hurt me and would protect me with his whole self. It was amazing. And still is 15 years later.
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