It’s the way he brushes my hair out of my face, the way he kisses my forehead, the way he stares into my eyes, and it’s the way he holds me and misses me even though I’ve only been gone for 2 hours and rubs my feet without asking. It’s the little things I do for him like kiss his forehead, talk to him, laugh at him, wear his shirts, take pictures with him and even wash his back. It’s something I never experienced. It’s not love and it’s not lust…it’s a feeling you never want to let go of. It’s a feeling you would never take advantage of. It’s a feeling of knowing he won’t hurt me.