Him {FH}

All about the man whose laugh warms the coldest parts of me. The one who picks me up when I've fallen asleep on the couch and puts me into bed with a kiss on my forehead. The one I catch watching me with a worried and protective glance when I've strayed a bit too far from him, and visibly relaxes when I place my hand in his. The man who makes me breakfast and plays with my hair. Who seems like such a rough man, but is as gentle as they come. Who works well with his hands and has such an ingrained work ethic, but can carefully clasp my necklace for me and spend a weekend in PJs. The man who loves me without pride or selfishness and thinks of my feelings first and his intentions second. Who has put together my broken pieces without even knowing he's done so. If I'm a harsh Russian winter, he's the mountain that can carry the snow.