AIAK!
298/365 Love is the hardest drug to quit
Congratulations on your year of sobriety. It's been a year, one whole f-ing year.
I never thought it was possible.
It's a horrible thing to lack faith but I couldn't help it, not after the Nth time watching you relapse. When you told me that the doctors didn't think you would live longer than a year, I cried nonstop. Even then, you couldn't quit. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. It's hard to trust someone who keeps secrets, who chooses to hide things from the one they say they trust the most. Despite the drama, the drugs, the bad trips, I am supposed to love you unconditionally. At that time in our lives, it became too tiring for me when I tried.
You can talk about how it would break your little heart, but actions speak louder than words. You said you never wanted me to see or hear you high, but you let it happen. You actually came to me because you were high, just to hurt me. You pushed me and the man who delivered you from hell. Promises and hearts were broken, and you didn't care. It was like you had a deathwish and wanted to go out in a bang.
It felt like a black hole was sucking me in, and my tiny little heart couldn't stand it anymore. Sometimes, enough is enough and I didn't want to see you turn into her. One year later and it's hit me that we've grown apart. So fucking apart, and the girl I knew is simply that. Someone I knew.
And yet, I'm still here thinking about you. You were right. My life would never be the same after meeting you.
I just wanted to say that I am so proud of you. I've grown used to cheering you on from the sidelines. We've grown apart but I never stopped loving you. You don't need me or any other reminders in your life. I told you that we can always deny pieces of ourselves, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I'm not asking forgiveness. I just want you to realize that I'm still there. You are, and always will be, the only girl I will love in my life.
298/365 Love is the hardest drug to quit
Congratulations on your year of sobriety. It's been a year, one whole f-ing year.
I never thought it was possible.
It's a horrible thing to lack faith but I couldn't help it, not after the Nth time watching you relapse. When you told me that the doctors didn't think you would live longer than a year, I cried nonstop. Even then, you couldn't quit. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. It's hard to trust someone who keeps secrets, who chooses to hide things from the one they say they trust the most. Despite the drama, the drugs, the bad trips, I am supposed to love you unconditionally. At that time in our lives, it became too tiring for me when I tried.
You can talk about how it would break your little heart, but actions speak louder than words. You said you never wanted me to see or hear you high, but you let it happen. You actually came to me because you were high, just to hurt me. You pushed me and the man who delivered you from hell. Promises and hearts were broken, and you didn't care. It was like you had a deathwish and wanted to go out in a bang.
It felt like a black hole was sucking me in, and my tiny little heart couldn't stand it anymore. Sometimes, enough is enough and I didn't want to see you turn into her. One year later and it's hit me that we've grown apart. So fucking apart, and the girl I knew is simply that. Someone I knew.
And yet, I'm still here thinking about you. You were right. My life would never be the same after meeting you.
I just wanted to say that I am so proud of you. I've grown used to cheering you on from the sidelines. We've grown apart but I never stopped loving you. You don't need me or any other reminders in your life. I told you that we can always deny pieces of ourselves, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. I'm not asking forgiveness. I just want you to realize that I'm still there. You are, and always will be, the only girl I will love in my life.