He loves listening to me ramble on about memories, fears, and silly thoughts. Before I have the chance to apologize, he stops me and says “You mean, you’re not sorry that you’re not sorry.”
I guess I’ve never known what feels like to be with someone who enjoys all the little quirks about me. He doesn’t think what I have to say is boring, pointless or any of that. He sits there, watches me talk and smiles. The best part is, it’s mutual.
When I am in these moments, I never want to leave them. I am happy.