I don't like little girls.
They are annoying; always complaining about this and that.
I can't deal with them.
That's what I thought until I met her.
She is unpredictable.
Determined.
Intelligent.
Brave.
She is the thief of my heart and the reason there is a bullet in my body threating my life.
This knife in my left arm may also have been a gift from her.