When he pulls me in tightly and wraps his arms around me. When I'm laying on his chest and feel his heart beating. When I fall asleep leaning on his stomach. When I hug him from behind and his back feels strong and warm. When I'm touching the inner part of his arms and their softness calms me.
That's where I'm safe. That's when I feel secure.
When I cry, he holds me.
And I'm reminded of how safe I am, I'm reminded of the security he provides.