"I don't care about the others, they are meaningless to me!" I screamed.
"Not meaningless enough to denounce your pathetic love for the meager escape you find in this!"
This was it, he found out that I hadn't stopped using; five years now thrown away over crystalline powder.
"I love you," I sobbed, watching my first love walk out the front door.
With a thick voice he said, "But your puppy love for this shit has run me out forever; goodbye."