She had been long gone.

When he met her, he was pulled to her. He knew that they may not have years together, they may not even have days together. Who was he kidding – he knew the hours were the forever. He was willing to take whatever she was willing to give. She made no promises, she never had. That didn’t stop him from meeting her.

And then a friend asked, “Are you happy that you met her that day?” He never thought he could say it without hurting, but he did. “I am. And I would do it again a thousand times. I didn’t know that she would say that we won’t meet again. But now I do. But I would still do it a million times over. She could leave me, and I will take it. I take what she gives. I won’t, if she doesn’t.”.

And then he thought – I would want to watch her smile, a million times over. I would want her to close her eyes and not look at me, while I watch – a million times over. I would want her to tell me “don’t look at me like that!”, so that I could say “like what?”, a million times over. I would want to just sit across the room and not talk, a million times over. I would let her watch me, a million times over. I would let her warmth hang in the air, and caress me…And a million more things, a million times over.

And she could leave me, a million times over. I’d still want her, a million times over. I’d still be happy that I met her, that day. I’d still be happy that I ever met her. That will make me smile, a million times over.