He's someone new, someone that grabbed my attention when I least expected it. He isn't someone that you could prepare yourself for. He enters your life as if he's always belonged there, he gains your love before you even know what happened. I fell in love with him before I was ready. I fell in love with him at a time when he should love no one. But he says he loves me. I believe him, I always will, but that doesn't mean that he should. Neither of us deserve this. I made my way to him as another pushed him away, I don't deserve him. I cared for him in a time when he was out of love, I don't deserve him. He began loving me after a heartbreak, he shouldn't have come to me. He shouldn't have let me in. He should have stayed away, because I know that I can't say no to him. He asked me to fall into those warm arms and I said yes. I wonder if he knew, if he knew that I couldn't say no to those eyes, to that smile of his. I don't understand him, I never will, but that makes me want to love him. Learning about someone so different, learning how similar we really are feels more like love than anything else. I've loved someone so unlike me, I've loved someone that I had years to try and  understand. There was nothing new with loving him. There was nothing to learn, no curtains to pull back. I knew him too well. But in these warm arms, I never know what they'll do next. I know so little, there's still so much to learn. So many parts of him that I don't know, but I'll love them. I know I will. He knows so little about me, he manages to hurt me without understanding how. There's so much room for us to grow. I want him to understand me. I want to know why those arms make me feel so warm. Why is his voice like a salve on my tired soul? Why do his words calm me like no one else's? I want to know why he's so interested in me. I want to know how I caught his eye. Why do I care if he's happy? Why do I care if those hands stay warm? Why does the thought of his non beating heart bring me more pain than anything else? I don't know why I love him. I don't know why my heart squeezes when I don't hear from him. All I know is that I love those warm arms, I love his voice in my ear, and his eyes looking into mine. I love him, I know I do. I just don't know why.