Once he wondered if they were doomed to be like the sun and the moon, stuck in a celestial dance in which they orbited each other, forever in sight but never quite able to touch.
And then he found a way to change the equation and once he did that the formula that prevented connection no longer applied.
This time it was available, ready and willing and based solely upon the whims and will of the parties involved.
But he never worried about her fickle self or shifting moods because he knew that when push came to shove she would never run so far he couldn’t catch up because she needed him as much as he needed her.
And though she wouldn’t say it he figured she wanted him more but that was a secret he kept to himself for the girl was so determined to maintain the pleasant fiction she would cut her nose to spite her face.
Still he never faulted her for it.