"I do not think of myself like that."
I am not mysterious, or have this dark feminine energy like she is saying. That woman sounds like a badass, and that's not me.
"It wasn't you, until you moved," she says and I am still to hear what she is saying correctly.
"Did you know me then?" I ask, looking at her with sharp eyes.
"No," she chuckles to lighten up the mood. I give her the time to give me good reply.
"I did my research. Then, you were love and light, all smiles and living life like any other 26 year old would be living in the city of New York."
"And now, that you know about my deeds, you make an assumption I am dark," I say in a dismissing tone, ready to get up and leave this conversation.
"It's just not about what you've done, it's about what you have gone through. There is no way anyone can go through what you have gone through that they remain the same," she clarifies.