"Why him?"
It was a good question. Why not the guy with the good grades and warm smile and perfect manners? Why did I choose him – him with the dangerous aura and mysterious smirks and flirtatious winks? Perhaps it was because he challenged me, made me question anything and everything. He infuriated me at times, but in the end, no one could make me laugh like he did. He was genuinely a mystery. Being with him lit a fire in my soul only one can hope to sedate. His touch sent electrifying jolts of thunder through every inch of my skin. His smirks sent my heart into overdrive and my stomach to do somersaults. The mere thought of him would send my mind into a haze. Staring into his eyes, these eyes that lull me into a blissful sleep with my eyes wide open. Those eyes that bore into my soul and go within the deepest depths of my heart and mind. His scent of aftershave and lavenders which set me into a blissful feeling of relaxation and nothing but him. His soft lips, when pressed upon mine, send my mind into a frenzy, turn every fiber of my being into mush, turn my very existence into nothing but pure bliss.
Falling for him could've never been stopped, he was an addiction, an addiction too strong to get rid of. I could never unfold him, know his secrets, look into his eyes and know what's going on in his head. He was a riddle too hard for me to decipher. He pushed me away, but I kept going. His mysteriousness, along with my curiosity, attract me to him in a way even I couldn't understand. He kept me together yet tore me apart. He breaks my heart and picks it back up, only to throw the prices away again. But that didn't stop me.
He was notorious. It's not that he was dark or depressing. It's just that he's been in the line of fire for so long that he's forgotten how to feel. But I was insistent on being the one to trigger something in his cold, unfeeling heart. I insist that I be the one that unlocks the secrets that lie within his soul, and to be the one that steals his heart, just like he stole mine.
Why him, you still ask?
He was genuinely a mystery one could only hope to unfold.
And that someone was me.
