These past few days have been the best of my life.

Please don’t ruin it like this. You look at me as if I am to blame- that I had intended for this to happen. You seemed to think, that when the moment came that I saw him, this was my first and foremost goal.

Wrong.

If I had known before, what would have happened, I promise, I would’ve turned and run far from it all. I wouldn’t have spared any of them a second glance.

But, at the time, I was unaware, and so I looked his way. Again, and again, I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t the way he looked- though, I can’t deny, there is something to be said for how gorgeous a creature he is- but the way he moved. The way he spoke. The way he was. He was nothing like I expected, nothing like any of the others I’d ever met, and before I knew it, I found myself falling for him- hard.

One thing led to another- I found myself making every excuse to be close to him. Every little chance I could I’d be throwing my arms around him, pressing up close, breathing in deeply and memorizing the feel of his skin, the shape of his body, his scent, his voice, his eyes, his lips- just thinking about those gorgeous full terribly kissable lips…

I think I might’ve died when he kissed me. Holding me close, an arm around me, almost possessively- nothing felt better. I would’ve never stopped, if the need to breathe hadn’t set in. I didn’t ever want to lose this. Now, those teasing smiles were sent my way, those absolutely beautiful eyes sparkled at me…

This is my worst confession. I got selfish. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to be mine, in any way he could. I threw myself at him once more- and this time, he caught me half-way.

Ever since, he has been a constant poison. When I see him, my face heats up- my heart beats faster, blood courses through my veins, and I want him all over again, I want to be so close I can taste him. Whenever we are close, a quick caress, a small touch of his hand- fire shoots through me, burning through my chest, and I just wish he’d let his touch linger on me a moment longer… Every time I set my eyes on him, I want to be alone with him, alone somewhere we can get lost in each other, I want him to make me plead, make me cry, make me scream-

It was never my fault. It was his.