Cryssy's light eyes wandered up to mine and she smiled. I let my fingers trace up her jawline and to her cheek, pulling a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Her free hand found my chest, her palm up against my beating heart. "Why do you love me?" I asked, I wasn't sure why i asked but i did. i wanted to know why she felt the way she did and if it would last. But this time I wanted to know while she was sober and not just babbling about anything.
She seemed puzzled by the sudden questioned but shook it off immediately. "Well" she began "at first I didn't know how anyone could like you. You were stubborn and a bit rude, definitely aggressive too. But your not like that anymore. Maybe a bit stubborn, but a lot less aggressive" she smiled "But it dosen't matter because I like that you care
