I REMEMBER ONCE WE SAT ON BEANBAGS IN MY ROOM, HOLDING [BOTTLES] OF BEER INSTEAD OF HOLDING EACH OTHER BECAUSE WE WERE TOO AFRAID TO LEAVE OUR HAPPINESS ALONE. I REMEMBER YOU REACHED OVER TO ME, YOUR HAND SHAKING AND CLAMMY BECAUSE WE HADN'T BEEN SOBER FOR DAYS. I FUCKING REMEMBER THE WAY YOU CARESSED MY CHEEK AND THE MEMORY MAKES ME GAG BECAUSE YOU USED THE EXACT SAME HAND TO PAINT IT PURPLE AS NIGHT FELL. YOU WOULD TRACE SOFT PATTERNS ON MY BODY AND TURN THEM BLUE AS YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT TOO MUCH. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU PUNCHED EVERYTHING I HAD INSIDE ME OUT INTO THE OPEN AND NOW I'M AS EMPTY AS THE [BOTTLE] YOU KEEP ON YOUR BEDSIDE TABLE.