Perfection.

I wake up and she's already dressed. I ask her, where are you going? And she replies that she's going to meet Eric. A sunday spent with another guy other than her boyfriend, I'm altogether impressed and annoyed. She looks at me, realizes it and smiles. She leans forward, kisses me on the cheek, and tells me I should go see Di, a girl friend of mine. It's been a while since you guys met, she says. She finds no qualms about me hanging out with another girl; her look portrays that confidence and trust that makes her completely secure with everything.

She walks out the door without looking back, and I spend the day with Di. She keeps no contact throughout the day, she's annoying that way; she is immersed completely and entirely with what she's doing at that time, and has no room nor time to be distracted by something else. I try to do the same with Di, but find myself stealing a few seconds throughout the day thinking of her; I never initiate first contact though - my time now is with Di, and it would be rude to deny her that time. Besides, she hates checking on, and being checked on.

We finish hanging out and I come home to find her still out. I pick up a book and start reading, while waiting for her to come back. Finally she walks through the door and comes over and again that kiss on the cheek. How was your time with Di? she asks. I tell her it was fun, and she tells me about her day with Eric. It does not become a battle of who had more fun or who missed who more - she is simply too mature for that.

She walks away and she tells me we're going out to have dinner. Again, I feel annoyed that she would assume I would be free to go out, but the annoyance is short lived. She says she's already made bookings at this restaurant. I want to tell her off, to say that she shouldn't have done that, but what I'm really annoyed at is that she knows exactly what I want to do. She doesn't feel like she has to wait for me to make things happen - she can move mountains without my help.

We go for dinner, and we talk. We talk of politics, of science, of religion, and also the little gossip here and there. Time seems to simply fly by - 2 hours flow naturally. She picks up the bill.

We then decide to go to a jazz bar for drinks and good music. Again, her attention is focused on the performance and the music, and she pays no heed to me. She immerses herself within the hypnotic tunes of the performers, and finds no real need to speak. She is completely in her own world. I try to do the same, but find myself observing her. Without looking she holds my hand, and we sit in the dark, not speaking, but enjoying the music together.

The performance ends, and we head home. The day is perfect, but we both get the feeling it must end. We find no reason to stretch an already perfect day by having sex at the end, and we both knew it without saying a word. We change, and she leans forwards, kisses me, tells me she loves me, turns off the light and goes to sleep.