Every sip, every swallow is because of you. The bottles as broken and empty as your promises. Apparently an addiction lasts longer than four months but alcohol isn’t my issue. I won’t blame you completely for the 24 bottles of liquor in my cabinets because damn do I love tequila; but I will blame you for this sadness in me. I want you to know our love was as strong as the 151 I’ll grab later but just as flammable. It turned into a wild fire that neither of us could control. So for now this is goodbye until I can figure out how to put the flames out with something other than alcohol.