On my 18th birthday I doused my insides with drugs and alcohol until I couldn’t walk or talk in order to distract myself from your absence. But as soon as I got on the train home, I cried because it was 4am and I was on 14th Street… The exact same time and place we met except this time I was alone. The day you left me, I found myself naked in some rapper’s hotel room. I was on the verge of ruining my life and leaving NYC was the only thing that saved me. I surrounded myself with all these famous people and tattoo artists but none of them ever came close what you were. I wish you could remember how you stared at me when you first saw me… The things you told me. Sometimes I wonder if it was the cocaine that started what we had. All I know is that it’s been 4 months and I still miss you to death. I think about you everyday and my love for you continues to grow.