Pete disliked Myka.

The first time he met her.

Her by-the-book style.

Her need for perfection.

Her seemingly iron-clad heart.

Myka disliked Pete.

The first time he met her.

His obnoxiousness.

His "vibes".

His confidence in being completely himself.

Pete liked Myka.

After the first time she smiled.

Her smile lit up the room.

Her eyes twinkled with a hidden mischief.

Her presence made his day.

Myka liked Pete.

After the first time he made her laugh.

His easy jokes.

His goofiness that grew on you.

His grin that made woman swoon.

Pete loved Myka.

After the first time she cried.

She wasn't perfect.

She wasn't cold.

She was human.

Myka loved Pete.

After the first time he almost died.

He wasn't joking.

He wasn't strong.

He was human.

Pete died for Myka.

On a rainy day in April.

She was the mother of his child.

She was his wife.

She was his everything.

Myka lived for Pete.

Each and everyday.

He was still alive to her,

He was there in every laugh, every smile.

He no longer walked this mortal earth

But still,

He was her everything.