She makes love just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl. Doesn't she long like I do, ache for the same things? Doesn't she have hope like I do, feels pain and anger, joy and heartbreak, like me? I know she yearns and lives with her regrets, accepts blame, moves on and can identify her needs and wants in the simplest of terms; uncomplicated and so very easy to understand but nearly impossible to say. Want me as I want you, validate me, make me whole and half of us at the same time. She wants to be touched as I want to be touched, wants to look at me and see me looking back, hear me and know I am listening - really listening. She wants for every part of her to be touched and she needs for me to have nothing hidden from her. She understands that the sum of us will be greater than either of us. A third identity, her, me, us. She understands that happiness, contentment, satisfaction, success, all the platitudes aren't places you get to live, they're fleeting, they come and go. They aren't places you get to sit and look out at the world and smugly say, "I've gotten here, I'm going to stay here." You only get to visit. She knows she has to leave those places and she knows how to get back. She knows we can be in different places and still be together. She knows you can make love without touching, she's not afraid to kiss with her eyes open, she purrs, she screams. She has a look that says take everything from me you can; I know I'm safe with you. She wants someone to have it all, no one ever has. She's really like me, breathes the same air, sees the same light and hears the same sounds. She's there as I am here. Do you know her, I mean really know her?