Describing someone like this is difficult because if you’ve never experienced it, it’s just hard to explain. When she’s "on," she’s on—and I mean really on. The sexual chemistry, everything... it’s just 100%. 110%. It makes the rest of the world melt away.

The only problem is the other side. The first side makes you forget about responsibilities; it makes you think that you and her are the only ones that matter. Then, it flips on you. It flips in a way that makes you question your own sanity.

It’s dark; it’s nasty. Hatred is all you feel. And it’s not even her fault—this is just who she is. It's hard to deal with because you get those glimpses of awesomeness, but the other side takes you out at the knees. It keeps you wondering what the f*** you did wrong. The truth is: nothing. It was always going to end this way.