She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever set my eyes on--bushy black hair, an improperly formed dimple, her left eye would shrink the slightest bit more than her right eye when she smiled; a deformity which added to the list of imperfections that made her perfect. All these petty attractions were only secondary, what really bewitched me was her mind. She was so witty that no one dared to argue with her because everyone knew that she'd win. I loved how she could be a bouncing ball of joy for a moment and turn into an emotional wreck the very next minute. Sometimes she'd lure me into her mind and adorn the shroud of mysteriousness over both of us. Oh, how much I loved that place; that tangled part of her perfect mind. There are so many mysteries in this world; an unsolvable puzzle, an aberrant riddle, the mystery of Bermuda triangle and so on, but of all the nail-biting intrigues in this world, she was the one I wanted to follow. And follow her, I did, until she became the demon of my life and poison to my heart.