Rush

She could not say for definite if he made her feel alive, awaken, real, confused, obssessed, estatic, high, vivid, intoxicated, blunt, numb or [insert the next adjective that illustrates what you have ever experienced]. Because he made her feel. Everything at once and at the same time nothing. At the end hallowness blurred it all.
Constantly going back and forth. Two steps closer, one back. Wanting and resenting. Rebelling and accepting. Determination and doubtfulness. Truth and poorly structured self-convincing lies. The quet and afterwards the noise. The escape and the constraints. The adrenaline rush and the unavoidable fatigue.
He could yield so much with such ease that it was impossible for her to get enough, to reach completeness. Because completeness has never existed in her world. It astonished her and meanwhile scared her. He did. She was there and yet she was not. It seemed like there was a clock counting down the time left, but miliseconds were the only units that were present. The hours and minutes, they were all miliseconds. Less than a blink, less than a formed thought, less than a captured frame.