"what's your favourite thing about me?" she asked.

she was chaos to me. she was  uncontrollable; she was a landscape - a waterfall, never ending and ever-flowing with a groundbreaking view. she had it all. she was untouchable, she was proud, yet she was vulnerable, she loved with every ounce of her. she was headstrong, yet she was delicate, and she was honest, she was real. she was like electricity, she was a thunderstorm, crashing and creating, and formed an unbreakable sight. she was a masterpiece. she could fuel a fire, and she could put one out, and although she was forever absent, she was always present, and she was mine. she was thrilling; she had a universe in her eyes, and i wasn't sure whether or not it was too great to venture into.

"all of you," i replied, "every last bit."