She's rolling on the floor, wrapped in a fur blanket, a bottle of Popov Vodka in her hand and shouts, "POPOOOV!! My only friend."

And today, you think of her in this way.



We had some fabulous times. Until the last year I was always very happy with you. Then long nights with someone else became more important to you. Drinking became everything, not just something to do on days off. If I could harness the beauty that was our relationship before the fall I would. And I would live it over and over and over again. With you I was in love. With you I felt happy and complete.
But we were destined to fail.
I was lucky to have found you, because bringing you into my life has made me a much stronger person. Your effect will be everlasting like our love.
But not our relationship.