Tonight, I carried your limp body into my house. I know you’re just knocked out from the painkillers, but I felt sick all the same. I’ve carried limp bodies before and the thought of one being yours is almost more than I can take. I fell asleep in the hallway listening to you breathe. Today you talked me into going out for a drink at some shitty little pub. I had the most fun I’ve had in years. Today you moved out. I didn’t expect it to hurt this badly.
