I just don't get it. I probably never will. What was it about him? I fell in love! But I wasn't supposed to. He's immature, irresponsible, and he's a whore. But I fell in love. Was it his dark hair, his green eyes, his lips, his stature? No. His looks, perfect as they were, had nothing ot do with it. Then what was it? What was it that made me act so lewd, so shameless in front of him? I acted towards him like I had never acted towards any other male. I was drawn to him like insects to light. The sound of his voice, a simple smile, and a few words of wisdom caused me to be overcome with feelings of desire. To him I gave it all away. To HIM, I gave up a part of my soul. Because of him, his ways, my desire...I gave it all away and it flipped on a switch inside of me that made me fall in love. I knew that I could act however I wanted to in front of him because he made me fell comfortable with him. I could tell him anything, even my deepest, darkest secrets. He was like no other. I was in love. I was afraid to tell him because I knew he did not love me in return, even though he loved everything about me. I fell in love with him. And I don't know why.