I remember the first time I’ve fallen into him. Love? Lust? Back then such words were so trivial to me, or so I told myself as I watched and craved him from afar, in his presence and absence. Until I met him, I didn’t have the luxury of giving my heart and body to anyone, it was always one or the other. I met him by mistake, was it? A mistake? It was something that rarely happens to people, a person so like me I could almost hear their thoughts, I could’ve sworn our heartbeats were in sync. We became friends, I’ve never met anyone who got so excited about me before, everyone hated me, I was too cold back then.