after the tour, we sit on the rocky path that i've made over the past few years, eating fresh berries from my garden.

he's snacking on strawberries and i chew on a blackberry. the slowly sinking summer sun warms our heads just as the breeze cools us off. it's a perfect day. and i'm more than glad that i chose to spend this day with him.

he looks at me just then. and i mean, really looks at me. i feel almost like he's peering into my soul, taking a peek at all my joys and sorrows and weaknesses and strengths. 

it's not a bad feeling. it doesn't feel like he's intruding. it feels nice, for once, for someone to finally see me, to know me in this way.

maybe that's why i like spending time with him. maybe that's why i like him.

because he actually sees me.