It would be unfair to not share my own shortcomings in the story.
After more than seven years of complete abstinence, I used methamphetamine. It went exactly as expected: it started with a little in the nose, but within a month I was buying 8-Balls at a time and back to injecting directly into my veins.
Days blended together.
When did I sleep last?
When did I eat last?
My brain was hijacked, my heart was broken, and my determination was in making sure I never got a surprise pain again. Relentlessly I surveilled his city’s gay scene. When first I caught him he didn’t mention the timespan and he didn’t mention the Snapchat account he continued to use; in fact, he lied directly to me about it.
What else could there be, waiting to pummel my heart into the ground?