She loves me! She loves me not!!
She loves me! She loves me not! I guess there's no way to know it - she's that puzzling. One night - midnight it was, I woke up with a queer feeling of being drowned, as if I was tied to a heavy rock, and the rock was sinking bottom at rocket pace. I felt moist on my lips and an exploring tongue in my mouth, both familiar. I pretended to be asleep and she kissed me for minutes, before going back to sleep. She wasn't looking for anything more, I knew because I knew her, and because she was in love with me. And then the other morning, late it was, I woke up and smelt stale, as if even the air froze in fear, and I seriously wanted to remain half-dead on my bed. It got worse. I heard her thumps on the floor and heavy breath all around. I sneaked a peek - her round face was growling in silence, as if she ate a gulp of cumulonimbus clouds and couldn't digest. I knew it was me. I knew because I knew her, and because she had a perpetual anger towards me. Most of y