Dear Heartbreaker... (2)

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12. The boy who got drunk on memories

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 thing 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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