You tell me how you want to stop drinking because you think you’re becoming an alcoholic. I nod in agreement and wonder why you’d rather get drunk on tequila shots instead of my love. It’s a thought that burns holes in my head. It makes me sad to watch you self destruct. I know I can’t save you no matter how hard I try. I listen to your stories and your ramblings about the unfairness of this world. I watch your eyes light a blaze as you open up to me about your most recent philosophies and truths; like how you don’t believe in love.