The last photo Monique ever snapped of herself, I was sitting next to her holding her glasses, She just kept saying she wanted to look as pretty as me, and I just kept reminding her she always will be, we have the same face.
She was home for the weekend, she was in rehab that month fighting a strong addiction to pain medication. I hated that she was away, and cried all the time but I just wanted her better and stronger. I had planned a birthday party for Phuong that night and we both knew she wasn't ready for that. I felt like shit putting a party before her, That night she called me before she went to sleep, I still hadent had a drink because of the guilt I felt, she told me she loved me and to have fun. I ended up getting so drunk I can barley remember parts of that night.
I was so hungover the next day I could barley stay awake to spend time with her, But I made myself get enough energy to pack her clothes and walk her to her room in rehab.
Every time we drove away my heart ached, I hated being away from her. But I remember how happy I was when she came home, we had big plans for our life, Big plans.
Well, that heart ache is back and I don't expect it to ever go away.
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