Intrigued.

The feeling of the unknown is what draws me in, but how far will I fall? Do I stop on my own or is this something we work together on? 

I see so many different versions of you in my head and I don’t know what it is about you, but you intrigue me in so many ways possible. I like the way you think and the way you hold yourself. Similar to the louvre, everyone gathers around to see the beautiful art but only the ones with the keen eye can see the real.

I’m intrigued at your ability to foreshadow art, dissecting every piece of the puzzle before breaking into the canvas. I’m just intrigued. It’s like I’ve finally met someone just me like, secretive to the public while being over orchestrated in private. I think of you often because... I see the real you when you don’t think anyone does. But the question still remains, why am I so intrigued?