It's not that complicated.

He wrapped his arms around her.
He smelled her hair. It had the smell of shampoo.
He run his fingers through them.
She was deeply asleep, so she didn't notice.
And it felt so soft. There were no knots,
no imperfections.

He wondered if her mind was active at that moment,
or maybe it was blank.

From the outside, she looked so perfect. So simple to understand.
There were no complications; no dirty spots or knots in her hair.
She was just sleeping.
She wasn't having nightmares (he hoped, of course).

But, what more is there to it? He had found a lovely girl,
a girl who liked his music, a girl who was very pretty.
But was there something else besides that?

Before, he had been subject to different cycles of love
He had been trying to find ways,
trying to help... her.

But now he was with this woman whom, so far, hadn't given him any problems.
She was so peaceful. Maybe it was just what he needed.
He needed a break; someone he could be calm with.
Someone who didn't offer problems
and made things more complicated just because.

But he couldn't feel full. He felt a bit empty, a void.
The void of all those extra complications,
and obliterations.
Maybe it wasn't enough for him.
Or maybe it was.

He had become so used to being all over someone else,
thinking about that person the whole time,
trying to solve her problems.
And now he had finally found peace.
He had to learn to live with it.