We are such complex beings. I've been thinking about what brings out the best and worst versions of myself. And it's curiosity. Most days it's what keeps us going. But it is also what makes us want something that we really know nothing about. You think you're over them, but the curiosity of what the one that got away might be doing is what leaves you restless in the ungodly hours of the night. The curiosity of what other people think of you is what makes you spend hours staring at a screen that only mocks you. The curiosity of what a new love might look like is what leaves you empty when it refuses to fill you. I'm so curious about what you feel like against me? I'm so curious about what you sound like when you say my name? I'm so curious, about what we could be? So curiosity, despite its beauty, is what killed the girl.