My lock screen is still a picture of us and your arms are still the ones I crave when I drink too much or not enough. I don’t know where we went wrong, but then again we were flawed from the start. I prayed day in and day out for us never to be apart and I entrusted you with my already fragmented heart. You taped the pieces together, a temporary solution to a permanent eye sore, evidently only so you could shatter it more and more and more.