He was attentive as hell.
Every emotion she experienced, he did too.
How?
She'd never know. But she payed attention to him, paying attention to her. She was impressed. After all, she could honestly say she didn't even pay attention to herself.
Her mind.
He cracked the code to how she thinks. She used emotion, empathy, and experience. It was her way.
Her personality.
She was goofy, silly, childish, genuine, and energetic. She contradicted herself quite often and it was an interesting sight to see.
Smart but clueless.
Alert but naive.
Motivated but lazy.
Thoughtful but forgetful.
Things he'd grown to love about her. Her wants he knew he could fulfill. Her needs he knew he could provide.
Wanted to be tough but needed reinsurance.
Wanted to be in control but needed to be submissive.
Wanted to be independent but needed to know she had someone to lean on.
The more she opened up, the more he took in.
Her words.
Her thoughts.
Her time.
Her space.
Her face.
Her mind.
He knew it all.
That's what caused him to fall, and she fell too. It was because of how she knew, he knew.
