She craved a presence beside her solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony keep his promises and know her secrets and make a tiny world wherever he was with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.