I was truly living. Living so much that I've forgotten who I was and what I wanted to be. I was totally out of my mind. Or I was just the real me? The girl inside of me who wanted to break free? Yes, I've been awaken. I've seen the world with his eyes and I have to admit I admired it. I got his rythim, oh I got it...

I woke and slept with his image in my brain. He filled me. I extremely liked him, and I know I wasn't neutral to him.

The opposed feelings were racing in my heart. I knew what was the right thing, but I left it unseen. I didn't do what I had to do. No, not this time. I listened to my heart, I only did in what I found pleasure. I didn't care about anything, nothing was saint, but him.

I loved the way he looked at me, the way he smiled to me, the way he made me believe that the only thing existed was me. He watched me and cared about me. I desired his touch, but I pushed him away. But with this I just wanted more of him. Though it wasn't about physical connection, it existed on spiritual and intellectual level. Every of his sentence hit me more than anything ever could. I was drinking and eating his words. He could say anything and I was okay. I was addicted to him.

I didn't mind it (and I don't mind it now), everybody has to experience this feeling once in a while, because it's something that tears you down and sets you together at the same time.

But there was a mistake...