She's got you high and you don't even know yet

"Hello, Lovely," you say in your soft way. You've just woken up, and your voice is quiet and deep.  Your hair is tousled and your eyes are still trying to catch up with your brain. Your body is so warm as I climb under the blankets with you. It's winter, and it's utterly nasty outside. I lay my head against your chest and breathe in your smell.
 "Oh Hell, it's been way too long," I think to myself. I run my hands along your sides, up to your neck, and through your hair. It's  wonderful that we can just lie here and be completely comfortable in each other's arms. We don't have to talk or move or even think. The world is put on hold for a while. Right here, right now, by just being together, we are making memories; our love is making history.
Soon you've fallen back to sleep; you're breathing deep, exhaling on my neck. You send chills down my spine as you begin to hold me closer. I would stay here, listening to your heart pumping blood through your veins, for the rest of eternity if I could.  I think about who I was before you came around. Nothing; I was nothing. You guided me to faith and belief. You made me open up my unwilling heart and trust.
You grumble, and it's the most beautiful thing. This is what I live for. I dream of the day we're going to be sealed forever. In this moment, I know you're the one, and we're the perfect two.  I can't wait until every morning is like this one. I can't wait until every night you're curled up around me, keeping me warm and holding me soft.
I have to leave now. I don't want to. I wish I could stay, but I can't and neither can you. We're still too young, too young to be like this. We have our separate lives to live before we live like one. I slip out of your arms reluctantly, and I kiss your collar bone. When you wake up, I'll be gone, and you'll be leaving soon as well.
This is the last time for a long time, but I know you'll always know exactly where I am.