Cold Winds

During high school, I always dreaded the summer months because it meant school was out and so was responsibility. If there's anything I learned about alcohol, it's that it helps you forget, right? There are a select few that begin to recall exact moments after they have passed their limit. No one wants to be apart of this select few, and if someone is, he or she doesn't tell anyone. Yet for the majority, tequila helps tame the pain.

I never understood insomnia until I met you. I think you had every reason not to be able to sleep at night. You said that you often stayed up late at night so you could write, but you never wrote anything. You were always beginning a new script. You never had one done. You were always writing about a girl and how she had just broken the same guy's heart but each time it was in a different way. I didn't know a heart could be broken so many times.

This girl; her favorite color was red, and she had this contagious smile. She always wore pink lip gloss and a yellow bracelet. Never did she make anyone feel out of place or insecure. She was always dreaming and talking about the sky.

Why did you do this to yourself? Why didn't you just tell me the truth? I'm not saying that I could have changed things, but I know the reason you always drank until you passed out was so that you wouldn't have to think of me for hours before you fell asleep.