You don’t know how you and her started to date. You and her as in you and Mave. Whenever you saw her she looked annoyed tho she never did show hatred for you. She would call you an idiot a lot tho.

Mave was just tough, realistic, that’s all. If you spoke of dreams too risky she’d bring you back to ground, help find something better while calling you stupid. She cared in her own way.

— “You’re so stupid it’s like this!”

She said, pushing you softly as you both assembled an IKEA wardrobe.