When he would mention the grief he felt over the loss of his mother, it reminded Cecile of a horrible breakup she experienced a year prior. She explained how the two were related.They were both comforted by the simple element of understanding. One she had yet to reach with another person.

Cecile felt comforted, she could finally talk about these surpresed issues. She had yet to find someone she could comfortably open up to about this issue. It seemed for the longest time, he was the only one who cared enough to listen and provide assurance.

He would bring up thier age diffrence, ocasionally in jest. Sometimes it was fascinating, but other times it was just annoying. To her, his age was something she didn’t really think about. And sometimes it felt like a cruel reminder. She always had older friends.

Cecile began to appreciate him for being there for her. She looked up to him in admiration. He was someone she could look up to and respect. She admired him for so many reasons,far more important than age.