Riddle

She was a riddle but unlike most riddles, she was an enigma. Unsolvable. A puzzle with jagged pieces that never seemed to fit into place no matter how many times they were rearranged. It frustrated him that he couldn't figure her out, but at the same time it was mesmerizing. She left him guessing. Wanting more. A gravitational pull that he couldn't escape. A black hole. She was his ecstasy and he couldn't get enough. She was everything he'd been searching for, the unconquerable. The wild. A risk he'd be an idiot not to take. A challenge that he'd be stupid to give up. He had longed for nothing more than to figure her out. Peel back the layers, break down the walls. He usually had a knack for getting into people's heads but for some reason he just couldn't get her to crack and he had a feeling he never would. Maybe that was why he grew so dangerously attached. So dependent it made it hard for her breathe. Maybe it was because he couldn't wait any longer or he had had enough of the artificial, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just her. And it was, it was all of her. She proved to him love wasn't just a theory, but a fact. Every ounce of her being was what he yearned for. Every molecule of her composition. As cliché as it sounds, she completed him. He wanted no one else, the world full of choices dissipated as soon as she had stepped into his life and just as abruptly she had destroyed him the moment she stepped out. Despite it all, he knew it in his heart. She was the only who could fill the void. She was it, she was the one. But now, she was gone.