she said "fuck this."
she loves him,
too much in fact.
he loves her,
more than words can describe.
but yet she is angry.
"fuck this," she repeated, nostrils flaring but butterflies rioting, "what are we? what am i to you?"
he puzzled for a moment, stared into her eyes, and answered, "we are each other's. you're voice, you're smile, you're laugh, you're hair, you're eyes.... they all make me better. you told me you were mine, and baby? i'm yours too."
and with that,
she left.
