consumed.

twenty three \\ mysterious.

my first boyfriend had blue eyes - the kind that pierce right through you. i sometimes felt like he could see everything inside of me, like he knew what i was thinking before i said it. he read my soul like an open book. i couldn't say anything that surprised him. he knew me like the back of my hand. he could have wrote five books of poetry off of my thoughts.

but i didn't understand him. he never wanted me to use his real name. he told me to call him tj, even though his real name started with an s. he wouldn't say why. i never met his family. i only saw his mother in passing once and we didn't speak. we dated for eight months, but there were many things he never told me. when i asked his favorite color, he would just smile and ignore me. i didn't know his background. i didn't know what he was allergic to, what he enjoyed doing. i just knew he liked to be with me. and i loved him so much that i didn't care that he was mysterious.