I don't know why I was so attracted to him. And him, and him, and him.

I know he doesn't love me but when he looks at me I know he knows that I am beautiful and that is enough.

I remember the way he would look at me, intoxicating and worse than nicotine; those blue eyes and half smile. Our eyes would meet briefly as if to say what we both knew.

It's too bad it couldn't last.