I've only ever met one person who, upon the meeting of our eyes, doesn't look at me like I'm a puzzle he needs to solve. He looks at me and I don't feel like I need to explain. It terrifies me. My mind is screaming at me to run, but every second he looks at me, every moment his lips touch mine, I can't think.
I can't ever tell him that he doesn't know me, because even though I haven't given him all the pieces to make the jigsaw, he's brought his own pieces... And they fit. I'm terrified because if there's one thing I do well, it's thinking, and he has made me stop. I don't think anymore, I feel.