Dear Heartbreaker...
As I sit against my bed and stare at these photos...
I can't help but feel hollow.
Like a broken shell.
So I do the other things that I can do...
I drink away the pain.
I grab a bottle of whiskey off of my bedside table and take a sip.
And another.
And another.
Until I have the courage to look at our pictures again.
My favorite one is the one where we're cuddling on your bed. You were asleep and I was just holding you as I ran my fingers through your hair.
God I miss doing that.
Another sip.
And another.
And another.
The pain starts to fade...
The photos start to blur.
I lay on my back.
The pictures of us
sprawled out all around me.
Another sip.
Oh screw it.
I down the whole bottle.
I forget.
I pass out.
The next morning I wake up.
The pain is back.
I repeat the cycle.
- The boy who got drunk on memories.
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