"What do you look for in a girl, in a relationship?"
I don’t have a specific trait. Rather, my answers come in imagined scenes. I “see” it in my head what I want.
It is nothing more than me giving her a little teasing about something inconsequential. Her reacting with an annoyed face, a cute feminine anger followed by a playful hit which may lead to a tickle war or erotic wrestling match.
At that moment, it is a time I fall in love with her, with how happy I am at the moment, again.
It culminates, always, with an overpowering affection where we both end up anywhere between the comfortable couch, bed or even on the floor.
It is the eye contact with her across a crowded room as we independently make our social rounds, followed by a spry smile.
As if we thought of the same joke to laugh at.
End scene. Fade to black…