For him, she was there.
He was reminded of her when her finger curled around one of his.
He thought about her when her lips made their way down his chest.
She was just… there for him.
But for her? He was everywhere.
The way the wind caressed her cheek.
The way that one dress seemed to still indent in the shape of his hand.
The way that anything lived, reminding her of how they could have lived together.