I remember leaving her, every little detail plays over in my head. I wish I could of known then what I know now. Life for us was not going to get any easier. Not for us anyways. Years passed and she just so happened to pop in and out of my life. Affecting me with drinking. I loved the special moments we shared, but I dont even think she was sober when they happened. There is not a night that passes when I dont pray for those moments from the past to come back to me. This makes me afraid, what if they never do, and I am stuck with feelings of hatred?