…but see that day we sat in the park, with my bony fingers shaking, holding nothing but a cigarette, I almost lost it. your eyes, my god, you look at me and I’m home. that’s it. I’ve searched and I’ve searched and I’ve found nothing more. I know I lost my temper that day. you told me I was mean, and I am. I know. but it’s you— I can’t breathe when im around you. and as you watched me, exhaling my stale emotions, I wanted nothing more than you on my lips, not another damn cigarette. they can’t fix me like you do. I need you. I’m sorry.