I couldn’t say…because you’re a mystery when no one else is, and I want to know everything about you, from the color of your panties to your nightmares. Because the minute someone knows who I am, they’ll do anything to please me because they want to use me, but you don’t. Because you checked your friend’s beer bottle without having to think about it. Because you seem to hate me, and it pisses me off but only makes me want you more.
