Rushing waves of euphoria and kilig left a bitter sweet taste. Busted lips and bruised knuckles were just remnants of what had happened that day. Addicted to the rush, you came everyday to play the same game.

The yelling,
the screaming,
the fighting,

it filled you up. You were no longer starving. Her touch was sweet, you loved the way she looked at you. Her enticing green eyes begged you stay. To not hurt her again. The way they pooled up and burst like a raging waterfall when you threatened to leave. The longing kisses, the tight hugs and whispering of lies. It’s what you dreamed of. You loved the romance but you were starving for so much more. And that’s why you kept coming back. You wanted to be hurt. Your broken heart screamed for it. But she had nothing but love to give.