Alcohol could literally save me now.

But you told me that it tastes too bad for you.

Oh yes, it does really taste bad. Specifically, it's an awful kind of bitter.

But alcohol was supposed to taste that way, isn't it?

An awful kind of bitter? No, alcohol was supposed to taste bitter, only bitter.

What do you mean?

You haven't drank real alcohol, do you? Yes, it's awful and disgusting, but addicting. The moment the bottle touched my lips, it felt cold. The moment this fiery liquid touched my lip, crawled into my mouth, took ahold of my tongue, and slithered down my throat, God, it burned me until it ached. Its burning hands held mine, reminded me of the way you held my hand every night. What was once warm turned into scorch. What was once there is already gone. Ah, it blinded me away from what was false, made me see the truth. I ached for home, I ached for the tiny planet we once created solely for the two of us. You aren't here anymore. Tell me if you left, if you're ever coming back. But if you are still here, in our tiny planet, let me feel your presence. Our love, ardent, young, and swift. The alcohol never lied.

What made you think that I stopped loving you?

The alcohol did, my love.