My koala.
The alcoholism of my heart.
The booze hound of my dreams.
The one person who has ever loved me the way I maybe not wanted to be, but definitely needed to be loved.
He is my everything.
He always will be.
If he wasn't supposed to be dead, we would be soulmates. I never thought soulmates were a real thing.. But they are.
The only thing is, mine is supposed to be dead. But he loves his momma too much.
I would kill him if I could, if I knew he really wanted me to.
He's kind.
He's honest.
He's mine.
I'm his.
...all in a different world and a different life.
