The very first time that I injected you into my veins was the first time that I ever felt true euphoria. The high that you gave me was the single most addictive feeling that I could ever experience in my life. My addiction lasted for one year six months two weeks three days eighteen hours twenty-three minutes and fifty-two seconds. When my supply ran out, I crashed head on into withdrawal. Symptoms varied from sobbing, to emptiness, to nausea, to the crippling fear of no one ever loving me again. I knew euphoria, oh, God, did I know euphoria. But the black hole in my chest ******* me into myself until I barely knew my own identity was so foreign to me. The darkness claws into you and rips apart everything that you thought you knew about yourself. Losing my drug was like drowning with burning lungs and ignored screams and watching you walk away instead of saving me. The weight of the universe sat upon my shoulders and held me down. No matter how hard I fought, I just could not pick myself up. The wind was knocked out of me at the mere thought of you, and it took just over a month to stop my blood shot eyes from shedding any more tears. The initial detox, however, was not the hardest part. Continuously living without you in my system took its toll. At night, I reached out for you after having a dream that I spent one last time in your arms. My mind played cruel practical jokes when it told my eyes to see you every ******* where that I go. My waist still feels phantom touches from when you came up behind me and wrapped yourself around me, becoming one with the girl you loved. My hands shake and quiver as if tiny earthquakes are rupturing inside of me because they crave your warm hand to hold. The bits of you that are still left in my system are no longer the drug that I once knew. You are now a poison that runs inside of me. I wish that you would have just let me overdose instead of force me to crave you. Detox lasted for a month and a half, but living without you has gone on for four months, three weeks, six days, twelve hours, seventeen minutes, and fifty-one seconds. It did get easier after the initial hit, but the ache of you has never left my bones.