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Love, Weed or both

Short story By: grizzlycraig
Romance



he realises the true love of his life, and how this love as always been there for him


Submitted:Dec 30, 2010    Reads: 57    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Pass me the lighter, I need a smoke, because this weed seems to be the only thing that kills the pain. This weed seems to be the only thing that was ever reliable in my life now that I look back. The weed, the lighters and the blunt. its the only thing that ever loved me, the only thing that made sure I had a smile when I felt down about an ex, my prick of a boss, the money I owe on the rent or any other problem I've ever had. Im sure it loves me, and it makes me feel so good, sometimes it makes love to me. it reaches that spot, it kisses me on the lips and i suck and it fills my throat. The weed.

The weed was there when sally left me for thomas. when she told me she moved on. When she told me she didnt want to be a part of my life because we where going in diffrent directions. she looked me in the eyes and told me i was a mistake, that thomas was everything I could never be, beacause he was perfect, and any moment longer talking with me wouldnt be worth it. and when I went home and cried myself into a puddle and prayed untill my throat went soar, it was that stash under my bed that made me see clarity, made me think about the other fishes in the sea.

The weed was there when my boss told me i couldnt get a promotion because she thought I was useless and that photocopying and making coffee was the only thing I would ever be good at. That was the lowest point of my life, thats the most I've ever hurt, it hurt more than sally. But i needed the money so I bit my tongue and acted like nothing happened next time she asked me to bring her some coffee. Because I knew waiting at home for me was two blunts rolled patientily waiting, and like a good wife it would say to me "be patient baby, everything is gonna be just fine". Ive never known love like that from any woman, only my weed.

The weed was there for me when my landlady told me she needed me out of her apartment because I owed her too much money and she knew I wasnt good for it. The weed had a smile on my face when i was packing my bags, it put the biggest grin I have ever had, stretching from ear to ear as i gave my landlady her keys back with no where to live. The weed was there for me in my deepest darkest moments of my life. Its been my bestfriend for as long as i could remember.

So pass me the lighter, I need a smoke, me and this weed have some catching up to do , we havent seen each other in a while, but i promise from now on, we will never be apart again for so long. My love.





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