I will forever remember the good times. Sunny days in the park surrounded by people when I had the joy of your company. The many social occasions made bearable knowing you would be there to hold my hand. Lonely evenings filled by your presence.

But things changed.

The pleasure dissipated into a desperation and the shame of the things we did together was becoming too much for me to bear. The worst thing was your need for me to desire you more and more; it was crushing me.

So, alcohol, I must bid you farewell. A clean break will be best, and although there will always be the pang of seeing you with others, I’m afraid I can never be in your company again.