Security.

All she knew is that she needed a voice to hear her pleas. She wasn't demanding attention, but simply wanted to know she was cared for. She held out her hand, waiting for someone to reach out and put their hand around hers. A boy, not whom she'd expected, looked at her with soft eyes, eager to listen to her meekness. She spoke about the ebbs and flows of her life, how she drifted in and out of belonging. He was sympathetic, yet not all-consuming of her body, which was exactly what she needed. He stood strong with her in the battles she faced, even as just a humble companion amongst her war that lay ahead. He was her equal, willing to go through anything she struggled with. He was her ears when she couldn't see outside of herself. He wasn't anyone significant, according to him, but to her, he was her whole world. He would remain monumental in her book for that simple act of showing an interest. He cared for her, even if it wasn't of a sexual nature. He heard her pleas when no one else would shift their focus outside of their own troubles. He was exactly what she needed, and she cherished him for it. He never understood - all he did was hold out his hand to grab hers. But to her, that was all she needed to feel secure again. All she needed was that outstretched hand.