Freedom, to be

Thats what was there in this relationship that she cherished the most. She had the freedom to be herself, to show care and concern when she felt like, to just not bother when she dint feel like it, to tell him all that she wanted to, never caring once if he was interested or not. She had in fact tried to understand his thoughts. Sometimes they appeared as clear as if they were her own, sometimes he seemed so distant. But she had to tell him what she wanted to. It was her need. She hated giving explanations. But to him she told most things without his ever asking her. She knew he never will. His whys, whats and hows during their conversation never seemed to her more than natural curiosity. She had slowly started feeling these interactions very essential elements of her existence. These were the only means to reach beyond her world which seemed so overwhelming and so fast, even to question its existence. His calm was infectious. She had slowly started associating all nice things in life with him. She loved her freedom.