Every single damn day I shout from the rooftops how much I adore you, and I tell you at least 10 times each day how much I love you. And I do.
I will never, EVER, forgive you for introducing me to the drug that stole two years of my life from me.
Thursday begins my detox and rehab, and I couldn’t be happier. And I know I promise you on the daily that I won’t leave you once I’m clean, I just don’t know how I’ll be able to be with a user once I’m free from the opiate prison I’ve been in for far too long.
I love you. I do.
But I might have to break my own heart, and yours, in order for me to survive.
I love you.
I really do.