Dear Friend || mgc

February

It's Valentine's Day and I'm with your dealer, my dealer. We have this arrangement. When I don't have enough money to pay him, I do him a few favors.

I don't like it, but it works. I get what I need and he gets what he wants.

These drugs I'm taking aren't like the ones I was using when I was with you, Michael. Those don't do anything for me anymore.

So you see those drugs have run their course, and I can't get the same high. I turned to the big bad ones and when I'm flying I don't just feel you take my hand or hear your voice. Oh, no.

We're hugging and we're having a conversation. We're laughing together. We're loving each other again.

I was flying Michael. I was finally soaring with you.

But not the way I wanted.

I am addicted. I have lost who I was and where I was going. Because it was all you. You were my drug.

And I've overdosed on you.