It's not a word that has ever been used to describe me yet almost everyday she tells me I am. Today I drove to her so I could cuddle up and take a nap with her. I've changed so much these passed months that I can't remember the person I was before. That period of me is blank, dark, a red line with "VOID" scribbled across it. It's hard to look at her a realize that she is mine. That she calls me cute. I'm not cute. But she thinks so.