Her

He watched her in her deepest sleep; her form was gently rising with each breath taken in and let out.

She was so radiant.

His mind couldn't help but to wander to their first kiss, and how she seemed to finally quiet his ever-buzzing demeanor.

Oh, his mind was never at ease.

He had always been told that love was supposed to make your heart flutter and knock the wind out of you.

But not to him.

To him, love had always been a refreshing aftertaste, much akin to the feeling of a sigh leaving his heavy chest after a long day.

She was his sigh of relief in his sea of noise.