The girl was keeping her cards close to her chest. He liked that. And it scared him. He didn’t know her. He knew her very well at the same time. He trusted her because of her secrecy. He knew that she was very intelligent, clever, and caring. She was sensitive and knew how to fight demons. She was there and available. Except, she was not available in that way. He couldn’t live without her even if he had no idea who she was. Friend or foe? The closer they got, the more he was falling for her. The more he loved her, the more scared he was that she would hurt him. She kept her cards close to her chest. He loved that. It made it easy to trust her. It scared him. After all these years, she was still a stranger.
reflections of an unquiet mind 