I don't get her.
She's the most frail, most weak and most pathetic looking thing I think I've ever seen...
Like a small stuffed doll and you can just pull at the limbs.
Watching the seems split, the cotton emerge from the felt wounds and gather like puss.
And she would still smile.
...
But it's well known she could probably level a mountain range or two if she felt the rage.
I mean, I like her, but she's a pain.
An adorable, harmless looking pain that doesn't cause any to me physically, but thinking over my feelings for her does give me headaches.
Rephrasing, she doesn't give me any physical pain directly.
Well, not much. She tries to be gentle.
I Like her.
At times.
Love her. Hate her. Generally dislike her...
...At times...
I just feel a...a feeling around her.
Some feeling.
A strange feeling.
A multitude of feelings at once that often boil into frustration.
Aroused. Happy. Fearful. Gloomy. Irked.
And all from this short, kind of stubby, nervous, jittery and clumsy mess a lusus named Qepona.