Playing around, grabbing his hands, lying on his knees, feeling his warm palm squeezing her cold little hands - that's what she wants to live for.
Do stupid things, listen to how he grumbles, and then regrets.
And when you are sick, to know that he will always come, regret, take care.
Listen to his voice, rejoice at his one touch, from which the heart stops. Feel like the only, most beloved little girl.
Cry into his shoulder if something hurts or something happens. Melt with tenderness when he takes it in his arms. Choke with helplessness when he behaves like a real man, showing care.
Press him to yourself, convincing that no one is needed except him. Kiss him on the nose, feel the touch of his lips on your forehead, like a little one. So simple, so difficult.
To be loved. To love. Here it is, girlish happiness.