The wind was cold, and it was nights like this where I missed him the most. With the smells and sounds of the rehabilitation center surrounding me, and the loneliness of the empty bed underneath me, it made me think of what we could have been. He said he loved me, that he wouldn't leave me. If I would have known that everything coming out of his mouth, every word, every promise, was a lie of some sort, I wouldn't have believed him. Maybe he loved me, but not enough. Never enough. ➳ ©roseisaloser ➳this story may contain some self harm/self harm references ➳this story may contain references to drug use ➳if any of those things may trigger/make you uncomfortable, please do not read