There is a cup full of attention, that he sometimes lets her take a sip from.
She’s always craving for another sip, but there are rules in love, life and everything else that matters, and we must abide by it. So no, she can’t have another sip. She realises the effect it has on her, her head is clouded for days with thoughts of him and that damn drink. On her most clearest of days, however, she realises that this is stifling.
But she doesn’t do anything about it.
She’s addicted to that drink and it has begun to consume her.
Such a silly girl.