I lost what I had. A beautiful woman who loved me. She didn’t care that I was trying to drink myself to death, she saved me from myself. She gave me a son, but I lost her. All she wanted was for me to spend more time with her. Even just laying on the couch holding her. I lost her. She’s married now, to someone else. I try and try to find a woman willing to even speak to me, but I’ve been searching in vain. It’s been two lonely years since she left. I miss her everyday, I still love her, and I would give almost anything for another chance to have her in my arms again.