She was always mad. At him. It seemed to consume her from nowhere and everywhere. He could crawl under her skin like no one else could. He could look at her wrong and it would ruin her day. He could make a joke and it would rub her the wrong way. She would end up screaming into the nearest pillow.
Flip a coin.
She was always happy. With him. It seemed to consume her from everywhere and nowhere. He could tickle her skin like no one else could. He could give her one look and the world would melt away. He could make a joke and make her chuckle a few hours later. She would have to hide her face in the nearest pillow.
That was love.