Days before I saw him. Just how intelligent he was, so hot if they can meet you in battle of the minds. He seemed so charming and yet didn't want us to touch yet. Silly, talking hours about the books we read, the ideals, society. My heart skipping a beat knowing I found just the perfect partner for now. He seemed rich and connected too, his clothes belied a hint of mysticism yet was made of the richest of materials one could afford. He reminded me of the years of study, hanging out with my friends, though most were bubble heads caring more about relationships and having fun instead of learning.
Still, it was rather nice of them to hang around. This person though, even as he held me off, drew me to him. I just felt he knew so much more then I ever would. If only he would allow me close.
We kept meeting, I wondered even then if it was by chance or fate, and he seemed to get closer to me. I did touch his hand once teasing, he pulled it back. It was ice cold. Strange, though at such time it didn't matter. I wanted him for his mind, it overwhelmed me. I didn't mind if he was a bit colder.
Nights followed and in turn we grew closer. He had many secrets, it was obvious, the way with words. Something was hidden. I asked once and he left, to return a night later, we didn't talk about such for a while. But last night, last night something happened he invited me to a shoddy apartment. The place quite hidden away, no books in sight, not fitting him. He told me he had something to show me…