[ WP ] Explain alcoholism as if it was your lover

`` Who do you love more?'' She stared straight at me, I avoided eye contact, fumbling my hands. 
 
 `` Well you ca n't really compare them, or ask me to pick. They each bring something different to the table. I could never pick between them.'' 
 
 She wanted me to pick. And I refused. She does n't know, or understand. I could never live without either of them. I needed them both. They had been there with me through it all, from the time I woke up, until I went to bed, holding me while I slept. 
 
 They knew my darkest secrets. They knew what I had done. They helped relinquish my shame. 
 
 Some days they hurt me more than others, but I always go back. I keep telling myself that next time it will be different.
