I can write a book about you
When you don't even know my favorite color, it's blue
The same feeling I get when I am missing you
I don't know why but also when I am *with you

I sat at door of bathroom wishing he would open it. I banged for hours trying to wake him up. I started panicking, I couldn't breathe.. I cried hysterically rummaging the room looking for a small object to use as a key. Nothing.. I couldn't find anything. Think. Think.. What am I going to do now? Okay, think.. I started shoving the door with my right shoulder and it hurt so bad but I couldn't stop, not until the door was open. It started cracking then it broke with the **** hanging off. I pushed the door open but his body was in the way of me completely opening it. My eyes began to fill with tears as I started screaming his name for him to wake up. I pushed the door open as much as I could and entered. The sight was horrifying.. He laid there pale with a spoon on the floor and a needle still stuck in his arm. I slowly took the needle out of his vein on his left arm. Was he dead? I weeped, banging on his chest. Wake up.. please.. Instantly I turned the shower on. I grabbed him by his upper body and got him in enough for the water to hit him. Nothing.. He wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing.. I slammed the water off and started dragging him into the bedroom. I laid on his lifeless body. He was cold.. My baby was so cold.. God I needed him just as much as he needed his fix. I didn't want to be in this alone. I didn't want to be alone. I used the broke down hotel phone and called the ambulance. I kiss his forehead and walked out the room. I tried to take a deep breath of fresh air but it just felt like I was swallowing a gigantic pill. I started gasping for air and my stomach went into knots. Him dying wasn't the hardest part, walking away was...