Ditto

Sitting on a couch in the middle of a mall, quietly observing. Sitting and enjoying. Taking it in and taking none of it in. Her mind was on him and how nice it was to just sit in his presence. His hand was on hers, stroking lightly, fingers entertwining.

Together they sat, occasionally chatting, sometimes laughing at different sights, most of the time just sitting.

She finally admitted that she was helpless and hopeless for him. He just smiled and kissed her forehead. "I like it when you are helpless but this is not hopeless, far from it. You've given me more hope than I have ever had." She answered back "ditto".