I have a girlfriend who’s actually weird. And I’m saying that as a compliment, believe me, she is really happy every time I tell her how different she is from the rest. She takes pride in her weirdness. She is my special little Moni and she loves when I call her that, although she never accepts it out loud, but I can tell by the look in her eyes and the way she smiles when she thinks I’m not looking.

She hates clichés and cheesy things, but from time to time, she really enjoys when I whisper things in her ear, telling her how much I love her and how much she means to me. I feel her shiver in my arms and see her blushing and smiling shyly, and I love when she does that.

She thinks of herself as a guy and complains all the time for being a girl. She hates pink and shopping and enjoys watching football games too much, and when she does, she curses like a truck driver. It’s quite fun to watch her, how into the game she can get and when she is with Mila, it’s a real show. She loves cars and knows more about mechanics than what I’ll ever know.

She is very compassionate. Show her the saddest film and she won’t cry, the whole world may end, but she won’t cry. However, show her a film where an animal suffers, and she’ll cry like a baby. When we watched I’m Legend, she cried until the end of the film because of the dog. She cries when she remembers Hachiko. I know she loves animals more than she loves people.

She is so random at times. Sometimes she just pops out of nowhere, singing an old song and making a whole show.

“You are dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen,” Moni runs into the living room when I get to her flat and I smile as I think of her doing exactly what is doing now. “Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, uh yeah!” she gets to me, takes my hand and makes me twirl on my spot. I chuckle as I grab her in my arms.

“You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life,” I sing along, following her game and laughing as we dance in the living room. Although I wouldn’t call it actually dancing.

“See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the dancing queen!” she finishes so out of key that I know she does it on purpose, which makes me laugh so hard I have to let her go and grab my sides. “Thank you, thank you. I know I was born to be a star.”

“You were. You should be on stage with me. No, better, you should be on stage instead of me,” I state trying to look serious but I can’t hold the laughter back.

“Better no, the world cannot cope with my talent.” I don’t know how she can keep the straight face when she talks. But she can’t hold it for any longer and she burst out laughing as well.

I love these moments, when we laugh so hard she ends up crying. When we say stupid things pretending to be serious. I love how she can make me laugh and forget about everything, just to enjoy the moment. We don’t have to do big things to have fun, we only need each other. And I really like that, that natural thing about our relationship.

With Moni I don’t have to pretend or try too hard. She’s so carefree and no matter how many proposals I get, how many girls scream they love me, she doesn’t say a word about it. She smiles and understands. She allows me to do what I want, to leave and try new things regarding my career and she never holds me back. She supports me through everything. Yes, sometimes it scares me that she seems to accept so easily everything, that she seems not to mind when I’m away. It makes me fear she may not feel the same way, but then I realise it’s only because she wants the best for me and she would never try to hold me back. She would only push me to fly higher.

She is not good at talking about her feelings, and when she is stressed all what she wants to do is another thing, something that would keep her mind out of that issue. Sometimes I wish she would be more open, I wish I could know what’s in her mind, but I learnt she’s like that. It’s not that she doesn’t trust me, it’s just that she doesn’t like to talk about her feelings. She likes to deal with those things on her own. However, I know she knows I’m here for her and when she can’t take it anymore, she comes to me and talks to me. And when she does, I always listen carefully because I know it has to be really serious for her to come to me.

I’ve also learnt that when I’m abroad, if I miss her, I have to call her. I can’t wait for her to be the clingy type that will call me every hour just to know how I am doing. She won’t text me all the time either because she is also busy and she likes to give me space. She likes the idea of sharing her world, not becoming someone’s world.

She will never remember an anniversary, and when I say never, I really mean it. Once I came with a present and told her “happy anniversary” and she looked so shocked and ashamed because she had no idea what day it was. And I was only joking, just because I wanted to know if she would tell me I had got the day wrong.

She hates Christmas, St. Valentine and all those kind of days. She really suffers in Christmas, she hates to feel obliged to give a present. The previous days to Christmas are the grumpiest days in her year. Although I think it’s only because she hates shopping.

But there are days, and they are not common, when she needs love. When she hugs you and cuddles next to you without saying a word, just because she wants to be near. Days when she feels like doing nothing and just wants to say home, on the sofa watching films and drinking tea. Days when she is like a cat wanting to be petted.

She has anger issues, I’ve learnt that as well. And sometimes she worries me, when she speaks how she would enjoy pushing people off the stairs when she’s in the tube just because people annoy her with their existence. I know she would never hurt someone, but sometimes I almost believe she would commit genocide.

But then she’s in the street and she sees a stray animal and she has to do something about it, and if the animal is ill or anything, she may even end up crying. She stops doing everything and helps that poor animal. It’s because I see her being so compassionate about animals that I can’t believe she would hurt a person, no matter how much she says she wants to. Moni just likes to dramatise.

“Ed,” she calls my name taking my hands and pulling me to the sofa. “We have to talk, there’s something important I need to tell you. That’s’ why I’ve asked you to come.”

I sit across her and look her in the eyes, waiting for her to say something else. She looks so serious and it’s hard to believe that five minutes ago she was singing Dancing Queen.

“I— Well, I went to the shop in the morning, you know,” she says keeping the straight expression. “And on my way back I found a little ball of fur and I tried, Ed, I swear I tried to leave her at the shelter, but I couldn’t. All these feelings were bigger than me!”

A smile starts to form on my lips as I understand what she is trying to tell me.

“And where’s is that little ball of fur now?” I ask, taking her hand and tangling our fingers together. She bites her lower lip in that cheeky way of hers that makes her look adorable.

“Sleeping in my bed. Tehee,” she giggles and I shake my head, already knowing this was going to happen. “I swear I went to the shelter and I was leaving her there, but she looked at me with those big eyes, like beginning me to take her with me and I couldn’t help it, Ed! I just— I can’t!”

She takes her hands to her face and rubs it, overcame by her feelings for that cat.

“May I see her?” I ask and her eyes shoot in my direction, her smile wide and precious.

She stands up and takes my hands again and drags me to her room and she is practically dancing her way, and that sole thing amuses me. We finally walk into her room and I see that little ball of grey fur on her bed, sleeping next to Arkarian, her teddy bear.

“Isn’t she perfect?” she asks me tangling our fingers together and contemplating the kitty. “Her name is Molly!”

I chuckle as I keep watching the kitty and Moni can’t resist anymore, she goes next to the cat and starts to stroke her fur. I hear her making weird sounds that come out of her sheer love for that animal, I just know.

“She’s so pretty and soft I can’t even! Ed!”

I go and sit next to her, also petting Molly and the little kitty couldn’t be happier, she is purring like a monster truck.

“I think you found your baby,” I tell her and she nods without looking at me.

“I shall love her forever!”

I lean in and kiss her forehead and she smiles at me brightly before burying her face in the grey fur of Molly. Moni is a big cat lover and she is simply cute when she is around one. I love seeing her like that, spreading love.

Moni is not good at showing affection to people, but once it comes to animal, believe me, she is the most loving person you’ll ever meet.

“I just hope Molly won’t steal you from me. You still have to love me, okay?” I tell her and she looks at me with an amused smile.

“Hmm, I don’t know if I can promise that. Do you see her? She is adorable,” she jokes and I fake to be hurt. “But I’ll try, okay?”

“How sad is that my girlfriend loves her cat more than she loves me?” I put my hands on her waist and pull her next to me, stealing her from Molly.

“Very, but life is unfair. You have to accept it,” answers Moni but she still passes her arms around my neck and focuses her eyes on me. “I still love you, though. Not as much as Molly, but something.”

I put her on my lap and make sure we’re face to face, and I can’t stop smiling. “Damn it, I can’t be satisfied with that. I’ll have to fight Molly for your heart, then. Do you think a medieval joust will work?”

Moni giggles and hugs me, her face in the crock of my shoulder. “Silly Ed. I love you so much!” she says in my ear and I hug her tighter.

I grab her face and kiss her softly and gently, still smiling. I really love her and I love being with her, with our constant teasing, with our random moments, with those bad days when we fight because we can’t agree on something. I love her always, my weird and special Moni… my little bird.

The End

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