There was something about his presence although questionable at times that made her feel at peace with the struggle. She loved that he was his own person as she was freely hers.

It wasn’t the amount of time spent together but every moment shared, made up for every second away. She wanted him but not in the sense that she wanted to own him. With no desire of forever, she just wanted him.

He was just always there whenever possible.

She loved his mere existence.. how she could tell him her world with not one worry.

He seemed calm and not that he seemed just content but he was happy.

She didn’t yearn to see him often nor does she miss him when he’s not around. It just made their every rendezvous something to look forward to.

There was something about his sleepy, calm, relaxing voice and the ability to have a conversation that made sense. She was ecstatic to tell him everything.

She wonders how long he was going to be around for but not that it mattered. Where it was going, she had no clue, but honestly it was not even in question because for the moment, he was perfection. His little time was simply enough.

There wasn’t even an understanding or an agreement set but she just understood things. No explanation desired. No expectations just enjoying every moment. Truly no expectations.

She trusted him because there was no bullshit uttered.