I miss you. I love you. I hope you stop drinking. I didn’t want to let you go. I had to because you got abusive. It was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. When you said you were going out with your drinking buddy the next day, I couldn’t go through it again. Not a third time. It doesn’t change my love for you. It doesn’t change how much I care about you. I still cry myself to sleep every night. I hope you find help for you. You won’t answer me. I worry about how you’re doing. I wish you would even though you might be pissed at me, I don’t see how we can survive if you don’t get help. I know you don’t think you need it. When you’re sober, you’re amazing in so many ways. When you drink too much, your entire personality changes. Not for the better. You either get super insecure and anxious or you get mean. I will help you through every word that you can’t say as long as you help yourself. I know that’s just a dream. Why try when you can lie and deny? I wanted you to be my forever. I accept that it can’t be until you love yourself enough to love me.