There was something about her. Something wild, and yet putting me at ease at the same moment. She would pretend to look at the tv while I cooked meal for her. She would tease me occasionally, sometimes to an extent that we would end up fighting. And then she would question whether I really cared. She was the darkness and I would pretend to be her moon. I could never tell her how much I loved her but I had my own ways of showing it.
