She fell in love for the first time. Completely, hopelessly in love. She fell for words that charmed and promised and fueled hopes she never knew she'd had. For a smile that made her feel the keeper of undisclosed secrets and half heard truths and half finished lies. For eyes that saw through her mask of pretty and bravado and still beheld her as beautiful. For that wide-eyed, lip-biting, barely-there-breath feeling she had heard of but never felt. She fell in love and lust and want and need. She broke her rules and played a game she'd witnessed but never understood. She felt, for the first time, she truly felt. She gave up and gave in. She fell for him; hard and fast and too-quick-to-think. She gave her heart away, without thought and without care. She said a breathless hello and goodbye arrived before she could breathe again. She tried to forget, but he'd taken over; mind and body and heart and soul. He was the first to make her feel this way, and she promised he would be the last.