She had been there for hours; not that she was complaining. It was a warm summers day with a nice breeze and they were under the shade of an old oak tree. Overall it was a pretty pleasant experience. She only wished he would just say something, not that the silence bothered her, but so she would have some inkling of what he was thinking. He had his head in her lap and she was putting her hands through her hair while he lay there staring at the sky. Most days she was lucky to get more than a few sentences out of him he always just observed and thought. She was happy whenever he was around though no matter how quiet things got his presence made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered and she liked that. She just continued running her fingers through his hair, encountering knots at times but breaking them with ease. He had unruly hair and she wondered if sometimes he didn't even bother brushing it. He was strange in a lot of ways and no one seemed to have him figured out. She wondered if sometimes when he was thinking that maybe he was just trying to figure himself out. He had told her once that everything was beautiful and deserved to be admired, she only responded by saying what a wonderful thing that was to say. He stopped talking again after that and just looked at her, not in a creepy staring way but like he was observing every part of her. She loved to be looked at like that because it made her feel like the nothing else existed. The silence was finally broken as he said,"I wonder what the meaning of this all is." He got up and turned his head to face her and she knew that was enough.