My Secret Lover (On Hold)

If you asked me one word to describe myself I would say: ADDICTIVE. Not to drugs, not to food, not smoking. But to a random guy I had Carl's Jr. with. I wasn't addicted to his touch or anything personal. I couldn't have been, I was only nine. He was eight years older than me. Insane, nah. Realistic. I was addicted to his eyes. Who, What, When, Where, Why, How, huh? I'm not telling. SHHHH! It's a secret.