He Did More

He Did More


He was there,

when I needed him most.

He understood,

when I needed him most.

He accepted,

when I needed him most.

He loved,

when I needed him most.


It was all the small ways

that counted the most,

the ways that no one sees

but me.


It was the way he would smile at me,

the way he would talk to me,

the way he would listen to me...


It all counts towards something,

even though I did not know him long.

The length of time does not matter,

for the true breath of life

was granted to me

the day he left me

and I realized

that he has done more for me

than the people who have been in my life for years

and realized that loving someone is not about

what someone does for a person while trying.

It's about what they do without trying.

It's all about appreciating those things they do naturally without thinking,

without a moral script telling them that they should do something.  


He did more,

when he

gave me his jacket

,in a casual way

and not a compulsive way,

once

when I was cold.


He did more,

when he was walking

back and forth,

looking at me

far away

with those secretive yet non-abusive eyes

once.


He did more,

when I had enough of the world
and was on the verge of losing it

and he had called me

and calmed me down

once or so.


He did more,

when he said all

these cute things to me overall,

making me feel like his crush

instead of his sex toy,

even if it didn't truly mean anything.


He did more...all around,

more than anyone I know,

anyone I might come in contact with

ever again.


I don't remember every time he did something for me

I just remember how he made me feel

when he did it,

and that is enough

to rest my case.