From Natasha’s Light:
        “You are much like a woman, you know that?” Natasha said, picking away at another dandelion.
        “So you’ve been thinking about me.”
        “The only time I’m not with you is when I’m in bed. When I sleep.” She replied quickly, laughing nervously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
        “Funny, I’ve actually heard that before,” I cut in, saving her from stumbling any further, “about being like a woman. Usually it’s referring to my cleaning habits and my long times in the shower, but how do you mean it?”
        “With my husband…”
        I turned on my side to watch her. She seemed embarrassed again. Her husband was a careful issue. I’ve never met him and didn’t want to, wasn’t interested. This was the first time she had brought him up so I listened.
        “He is very simple. When he is hungry he wants food. When he is mad he becomes impatient. Usually he works all the time so when I do see him he is tired and wants to sleep. What I mean is that it is easy to know what’s going on in his head. But you’re not like that at all. You’re different all the time. You change from one minute to the next.”
        “Sorry about that.” I said, smiling.
        “No. Don’t be. See, a woman will hide things because she doesn’t want others to know what she is feeling. A woman is much more complex than a man and is cautious because of that. Men like to run head-on into things and tackle the problem so they can get on with other tasks. All I am saying is that you have more inside your head than most men. I can look at you, but I don’t know what you’re thinking.”
        “That’s probably a very good thing.” I admitted.
        “I like you.” Natasha stated. The way her eyes fixed on me it seemed like she was trying to look into me instead of at me. “I like the way you feel things. I like the way you notice things, the way you say things. When I am with you everything is so new and exciting, even though we do the same thing every day.”
        Natasha paused, sighed, and rolled unto her stomach, gazing off into the distance.
        “Maybe I say too much.” She said.