I’d given a year of my life to the girl, and there was a small part of me, a tiny spark of hope still flickering around in my chest. One that allowed me to believe that if I could get a handle on my shit, if I could just overcome this horrible fucking habit I’d fallen into, then maybe, in time, I could win her back. Maybe, I could become someone deserving of being with her, because the current version of me sure as hell wasn’t.
