““What’s on your mind, Derek?” she whispered. “You…” I saw no reason to lie “…how I can’t imagine life without you.” She sat up on the bed and brushed her hand over my neck. There was no tension, no apprehension between either one of us anymore. We remained guarded when around others, but once alone, there was a familiarity, a rhythm, almost a dance between us. It was one of the reasons she made me feel so … known. “I””
