I could feel your presence before I saw you. You were sitting in the corner, adorning the edge of the room like a wallflower. I walked into the room and your scent hit me, permeating the whole room in a dangerously satisfying manner. I did a double take when I saw you. I didn’t expect you to be there. I haven’t seen you in such a long a time. I felt your familiar pull on me, and I knew that one taste of you would send me into a downward spiral. I can’t do this to myself again. It’s not worth it. One moment you’re here, and then you’re gone. But it always seems to take an eternity to lift myself out of the state you put me in. I back out of the room, shaking my head, turning away from the temptation. But everywhere I turn, you are the talk of the party. Everyone wants you, everyone simply cannot get enough of you. "Silly fools," I say to myself. They don’t know the hopeless track that you will lead them on. I see you in the arms of my close friends and I want to warn them of your dangerous presence, but you are simply too mesmerizing for them to pay attention to my warning sirens. My palms are sweating. My mouth is watering to have you within its grasp again. The panging in my stomach intensifies with every second. My nerves are wavering more and more, gaining jelly legs and losing support. I draw closer and closer to you. You sit there innocently as if you had never caused me any discomfort at all. My resolve crumbles down like an iceberg, and I embrace you completely. As I savor the gooey chocolate brownies that my roommate has whipped up, my eyes begin to water. And I make empty promises to myself that I will hit the gym tomorrow as I lick the crumbs off my fingers.