I keep having this thought of her.
All fed up, worked up, exhausted and emotional to the extent of clarity.
We were running and there was a feel of chaos around us, I don't know what we were running from. But she stopped, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pushed me against a wall staring into me, she said;
"I want you to think well before you answer" (like she has no mind for bullshit. like she was just tired of it all. like she new what she wants) "Are you mine?" She asked.

And, I was so happy that every cell of me answered yes.
Except my lips.