My breath has enough alcohol to get someone drunk. I’m not. Wish I was drunk, maybe that way I’d forget that I’m alone. She’s gone. 2:42 AM. This will be the seventh night I’ll sleep without her. I miss her so fucking much. My whole body longs for her. Autumn. Nights feel colder than ever, her side of the bed frozen, abandoned. It was 5 de Mayo just now. Tequila runs in my blood. My guts feel warm, my heart is cold. L, my love and lover, thousands of miles away, waking up now as I’m falling asleep on the keyboard. Fucking long distance.