I never liked the smell of cigarettes. I never liked the idea of falling for something dangerous. But he stood there- ruthless, in the shade of danger and risk. His air is all about uncertainty. He's a mess and he got me at that. This is not a love story. He's not someone who makes me feel loved but I always found myself running back to him. Naging bisyo ko ang taong hindi ako tinitignan sa paraang dapat akong tignan. Bisyo ko dahil lagi't laging hanap-hanap. It is a mistake to keep choosing him. But it's the kind of mistake that I will not regret. But this is not a love story. This is me getting addicted to someone despite knowing that I am just being used. And the thing is, I have fallen in love with him.