They say love is a drug, a beautiful drug . They never hinted that it came with a dealer . And you can’t really choose whether the dealer is a bad or a good one, you just feel the euphoria from the drug that’s given to you and that’s enough. You were that dealer. And I can’t decide whether you were a good or bad one. How do one escape such feelings? Do I even want to escape? Am I even trapped? I miss it, I won’t say you, because missing you is harder. I won’t say I love you either, because that’s even harder. My love Liam, I’m so sorry for everything -S