I want you to hug me and tell me everything is alright. Not because I relapsed, but because I just honestly love you. I want to feel your arms around me, feel protected, loved. I need to be with you. I want your kisses, our perfect moments, our perfect life. I want you to be with me, always. Share my life with you, through good times and bad times, just being with you. I miss you all the time, but when I think of you, of us, smiling at each other on our dumb, innocent love, I feel all warm and fuzzy. I want your hand on mine, your fingers running through my hair. Our foolish “wars” and being wrapped on sheets with you. I love you. Your smell, your voice, your presence, you. I love you. And now I want you to hug me and tell me everything is alright. Not because I relapsed, but because I truthfully, honestly love you.