“Stay close,” he mumured, “Don’t move too far away.”
Knowing that she had his affection made her heart flutter. It flutters often at the beauty that flows from his heart and out of his mouth.
Who knows why they work. And who cares really, because it only matters that they just work. They mesh and mould into each other. It feels like home wherever they are are together.
She’s his best friend and she revels in taking care of him… They don’t need each other, they want each other and therein lies the need- to want and not to need…
The flutters overwhelm her sometimes. But it is no longer a fear of loss but… Gratitude. Gratitude for permission to fly. Gratitude for the ability to still feel this way. Gratitude for him.