He sat on her bed. All she could do was smile because that is what his presence did. It contributed to her happiness. He shared his fears as well as his goals and she couldn’t help but listen because everything that he stated was intriguing. To know what he was composed of, what his inner being transcended is far beyond what words can state. All she knows is that she wants to be there when he succeeds and when he fails. She wants to present in his ups and downs. In his tears and smiles. She wants to listen to his dreams and sorrows. She wants to, but the uncertainty manifested in the raisable question, will he let her?
