Miranda would never understand how you could love her so much when both perspectives were so different.

You had healthy habits, a sweet personality, and could still see the joy in life. She was the opposite of all that.

Miranda's life was as bitter as the Whiskey she frequently drank.

When the doorbell rings, Miranda gets up from the couch, already knowing who would be at the door. When she opens the door and sees you enter, she puts into practice the speech she had thought of.

"Honey, you're too sweet for me" Miranda sighs, afraid of corrupting your sweetness with her bitterness.

"If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait" She adds, letting her eyes fall to your lips. Upon realizing this, she clears her throat and composes herself.

Even though Miranda tries to keep her expression neutral in front of you, she looks at you longingly.