Of course she likes to be demonized for some reason. When I say she is like a summer’s day, she has to say she is also thunder. She has to remind me of how hard it is to be with her. She has to practically threaten me with her daddy issues that are lurking everywhere. And when we go on a date she sees her father even in a dog (not a nice one). What she can’t seem to wrap her head around is the fact that I love her because of all these things, not in spite of them. She is a hard nut to crack, but I don’t even feel like cracking it, I just have faith that she will open up one day, even more than she already has. One day she tells me she wants to be hugged longer and how she longs to be hugged and the next day she tells me how rational she is and asks me for a list of reasons not to be with me – no woman has ever asked anything of the sort – and she just makes me smile. I don’t remember smiling for so long. It’s been two months. Exactly two months and two days since we have started writing. Technically we started on the 8th of March, but somebody forgot he has whatsapp. We should meet more often, but she is very reluctant to do so and we both have a hectic schedule. I know that inside her is this impossibly warm, tender, loyal, devoted, supportive gem of a lady who just longs to be cherished, to have fun, to be cuddled, to be loved and be cheered on, and all this comes out even now, she shows me more, gives me more, shares way more than she realizes. A weird thing is that she makes me so goofy, she has such an electrifying effect on me that I turn into that Adrian Kronauer character played by Robin Williams in Good Morning Vietnam. Unbridled passion, wackiness, and humor coated sensitivity. On the one hand I don’t want to hide her and I want to drag her to some huge party and invite all my friends and hers, and go: Look what I have found!! Can you believe this??? Just look at her, just look at her. Isn’t she a dream? You look at a beach and you think, this beach only exists so she could run over it with those criminally sexy gazelle legs. Have I mentioned she has knock-out legs? She has knock-out legs. I’m a leg man, and it’s only when I have already fallen for a woman that I get interested in seeing her breasts, her nipples. Boy, do I want to be sucking on her nipples. It’s simplistic, it’s common, it’s the way of the world, boy sees girl, boy feels like suffocating without this girl. But it’s also magical. You would think it happens every day, but does it really? Couples seem to hook up more out of convenience than out of any inevitability, because the world doesn’t make sense anymore without her, because the colors get drained from what makes them colors if she is not part of your existence. If I don’t express myself I climb the walls, I run around the house like some caged animal, I have to write about her, I have to get it out. When I think of how I want to kiss her everywhere I start pulling my hair, driving my nails into my neck. When we interact we have fun, it’s light, then serious and sometimes heavy, then light again, verse chorus verse, like a grunge song. And now am going running and will imagine how she is running with me and laughing, like only she can laugh, and being light, and fun loving, and relaxed, and not overthinking, and just blending in the moment, and being young and alive, and just gushing with her feminine beauty, zest and totally high because of the realization of not being alone anymore. And we’d run and come back feeling like one long protracted head rush and people spotting us would have half a smile and half a whimsical downward lip, thinking they want this too. And who wouldn’t want to have it? To see the world fresh again, reflected in a pair of eyes that wish nothing but good on you and swallow you, only to digest you and return you better than ever before. Back to your origins, catapulted to your essence, bouncing off the walls, like a toddler to whom every shiny thing is new. When I sink in her at night, could there be any denying, that this is exactly where I want to be. When a union doesn’t make you stronger, doesn’t make you shine, doesn’t fill you with the might of race horse right before the race is on, then what are we talking about? There are relationships between two people who are both deadly afraid of being alone and happened to run into each other at the most convenient moment and there are relationships that happened like life happened on earth, nobody knows where it comes from, nobody knows what it wants, but its force cannot, will not, be denied.