It didn't matter how many times her internal dialogue pulled her down, she knew that no matter what happened she would be greeted with a "Good Morning Beautiful" and was all she needed to know. That he found her beautiful. She marvelled at that fact more than he knew.
He was a bear, not roaring and grumpy but soft and gentle. He gave the best hugs. She could lose herself in his chest. He inhaled her when he kissed her. His eyes soft and the deepest of brown.
He focussed solely on her, on making her life better, more enjoyable, more fun. Always a moment from a laugh. Usually with a effeminate voice, or an impromptu theatrical rendition of some sort of show tune.
She smiled when she thought of him- that was often. He was so thoughtful and kind, more than anyone she knew.
He noticed things.
The way he knew how to make her Earl Grey tea, that he bought her a vegan wrap, or her favourite crisps, or if she hadn't had enough water to drink (which was often).
When they connected they went to that other place. The place with no name where time can and does bend. Where they became one and nothing else mattered.
No one else mattered. Only him. Her bear.
Wednesday 24 July 2019
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