Rush

It's not your first time to feel this way. To get high on something. To feel so good that you'd come back for more. Cause you can't help but get addicted. You fell the first time, didn't work, but you still try because you are afraid to be alone, you're afraid of not being wanted, you're afraid of not having someone to run to. So you go for it. All in. It's the first year that has you all dancing and full of charm and glory. You'll feel at home. You'll let each other get comfortable. That's how it all starts. That slight rush. You'll be blinded by the flaws and think that you might help changing them within time. You'll be so dumbstruck that any word said you agree to. That's when you loose yourself. That's when you let the devil in. That slight rush becomes a mole on your skin. You'll try to settle without thinking otherwise. You'll do stuff without minding your own wellbeing. You'll have so many good moments that all the stumbles won't stop you. You won't look back, you can't look back cause of the smoothened words that were used to lure you. There's no anger, no madness, no drama just the rush. The rush of not agreeing to let someone else ruin you. The rush of not listening to a third party's warnings. The rush of not saying no.