No one has ever fall inlove with me by their first look on me.
Because I break into their hearts slowly, and painfully.
First, They wonder who I am.
Second, when they start to stare into my eyes.
Third, when I opened my mouth, and tell my stories.
Fourth, when our skin touched, they felt the tingle.
Fifth, the most dangerous one, when they felt my breath on their neck, my lips on their cheek, my hands on their hands.
And before you know it, they've been marked, with bloodshot eyes when all of these magic of an intoxicating love comes to an end because I have to leave.