“Nah. I might put up a small fake tree, but usually I don’t. It’s just me. Doesn’t seem like there’s much point?” I walk over to him and slowly reach my hand out, uncertain how my touch will be received. But his eyes are warm, and I feel like it’s okay to tip his chin up so I can see his beautiful and kind chocolate brown eyes. This man has been nothing but good to me since we met. I don’t even know if he realizes how much just having an ear to listen has helped me. I want to do the same for him.
