You Can't Save Anybody

I learned what it is like to date a drug addict nine months into a relationship when I was just
fifteen years old.

I thought the boy loved me when I was a freshman in high school.
The boy did not love me.
The boy loved that I made his mother think he was doing okay in his life.
It took me six months for my juvenile self to figure out what a broken heart felt like.
It took me six months to see the boy I assumed I loved began to resemble my father.
He didn’t know it at the time, but that boy was not meant to love anyone.
He fell in love with a girl who was dependent on coke.
Until that time, I did not believe you could ruin an already crushed human.

That girl inevitably obliterated the light at the end of his tunnel like it was a tsunami decomposing society.