Vicariously

I have a really good friend for about 20 years. I love listening to her romantic stories. I don't think I know anyone that goes to half the places or does half the things she does. She is a lot bolder, braver, more adventurous than I am. I feel safe in my house. Where my feelings wont get lied to or trampled on. So I don't have any stories to share with her, and as I grow older I stopped even wishing for more than what a fantasy or daydream would provide.  She doesn't seem to mind sharing her stories with me. She has enough to last 20 lifetimes.   And I love hearing them.