There was nothing misterious about her.
No, really. Not a thing.
No dark red lips whispering untruths.
No phone calls in the middle of the night.
No skeletons in her ikea closet.
Just an average girl.
A 9 to 5 French vanilla one. No sugar.
And yet to him she was a mistery.
And each little piece of the puzzle
Brought them closer to love.