Always

''What is it?''

''What is it that makes me sooo crazy about him?''

She often wonders about that.
Why him?
Why THIS much?

Then the answer comes automatically.
As if in a whisper in her ear:
''Because he is ALWAYS with me.
Always. 
Caring.
Loving.
Advicing.
Joking.
Stalking.
Listening.
Caressing.
Touching.
Fucking.
Wiping tears.
Sharing laughs.
Sharing knowledge.
Sharing nonsense.
Sharing life.

Always.
Even when he's miles and miles away.
He still finds a way to do all that
and then some more.

Even if there is a big burden in her heart
and she feels like crying
and hiding from the world
he'll somehow find a way in.
In her heart or mind.
Or both.
Not obtrusively or blatantly.
More like in a 'I'm here if you need me' way.

Day or night.
He is ALWAYS there for her.
Never tires of it.
His stamina in bed only matched 
by his emotional endurance superpowers.

''Maybe this is too tiring for you,
maybe you can't stand it...''
he once texted her.
''Maybe it's overwhelming...''

''Let me see if I understad this'', she asks.
''You embody a hero straight out of a romance novel
and you're asking me if  I don't like all this attention?'' 

''Yes. Quite a few grow tired of it.''

''But I' m not like those 'quite a few' '', she says.

Most people are foolish little children 
when it comes to love.
They keep asking for new shining toys 
then discard them as soon as they have them
lusting after a new toy.

''Not me''
''I never tire of chocolate, love and you.
''I can have tons of chocolate, love and you
and still ask for more''.
''That's MY superpower.''

''Birds of a feather....''