Paradise found

There is nothing better than a soft kiss and a dimpled cheeked smile and a whispered "don't go..."  Curling deeper into the oversized shirt that smells like sweat and deodorant and cologne, I kiss the fingers that are stroking my arms.  Safe, for a few hours.  Here there is no heartbreak, there are no lies to be told and no pain to ignore.  I can't stop laughing.  He is worried, I know, that I'm laughing at him but I'm not.  I'm laughing at the world, for proving me right.  I stopped looking, I gave up- I was going to let the pieces lie and walk away. And then, this.