I sit another night without you, surrounded by the light and dark, by people and shrouded in emptiness. Smoke swirls around me as yet another of my friends lights up. I'm surrounded by the foul stench of alcohol tobaco and pot mixed into one. My head fills in pain as I try to think back to happier times. The noise of the party surrounds me, all but drowning out my thoughts. I feel like I'm suffocating, here, in this place. And if you were here I would deem it the happiest moment of my life. That is the difference that you make.
