Following an argument, he says to me: “Now you see why I come across like some opinionated asshole. I'm protecting myself and another.” He winks.
“Who might that other be I wonder?” I ask, winking back.
He smiles. “She's smart and amazing and a whole lot more. She's beautiful as hell and I’ll do anything to be with her forever. She's kind, a hell raiser But she has such a soft side that makes me feel safe. Her wise remarks keep me focused. She opens my world to another one where I'm always in awe of her talents and grace. She completes me and I think about her every second. I miss her. I need her. She's one hell of a woman. I love her. Cos she's the only person on this earth that questions my insanity; she understands it but asks cos she always needs to know what exactly I’m about.”
And then I smile back.