Maybe it was his eyes, or his smile, or how reckless he was. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or his dominance that was oh so perfect. How he wasn't afraid to live on the edge and take risk. How you never knew what was going to happen next with him, he was a mystery. A beautiful mystery that made me yearn and crave more of him. His touch, his smell, his lips, the addiction of him. The perfect mix of love and lust. I wasn't just falling, I was playing games in the smoke.
Love is a death of a Life and the beginning of another. All the years of apposing the idea of letting someone in and giving all of her, will it be possible to let a mysterious guy to come all along and sway away all her insecurities.
The more she turns his pages, the more mystery he is. He's like an open book , easy to read but when you dig into his story the more complex he becomes and suddenly it's not him but someone she has never come across.
Life will take an interesting turn and you'll ride on a rollercoaster of infinite emotions , emotions never felt before. But is all her illusion or is it happening for real .... Or it's just he's unconsciously hers ???