Strange how she said how she doesn’t like physical touch much. It’s changed how she wants to sit on my lap randomly throughout the day. Wants to caress me at will.

Strange how she used to speak to me carefully in order to get me. It’s changed how she can open her heart and has the freedom to say whatever she wants now.

Strange how, apart from the obvious tension, she was overly stern and closed off with me. It’s changed how, even though the tension is still there; she’s softer, kinder.

Strange how I never paid attention to her little quirks. It’s changed how, now when I’m walking with her on the streets— I get extremely elated in that one second— the moment I spot it, and before I say “look”. 

Strange how I never cared about her movements. It’s changed how I keep looking at her when she’s playing her songs while she cooks. Moves her hips, picks up spoons and stirs the food in way she’s writing poetry of the highest kind.

Strange , isn’t it?