I loved her. God, I loved her so much. But if I loved her so damn much, how could I have allowed this to happen? How could I have allowed her to talk me into getting her high, and so easily? This isn't what love does. Love protects. It wraps itself around you like an impenetrable shield and stops the bad shit from infiltrating the fortress you've built. Yet we had seen that bad shit knocking on the door and chose to invite it in.
