Grief, In Short

I loved him. I truly loved him.

Jay was a true angel from above. He was perfect. He was really the sweetest thing.

But good things never last.

Everytime I recall the memory of our first ever interaction, I feel a punch to the gut. The memory of how he used to be pains me every waking moment. Now he's distant. He's selfish and secretive. He's an addict.

He doesn't care for me anymore. He only cares about one thing. And that's the cigarettes.