[ WP ] Explain alcoholism as if it was your lover

I love her. Everything about her. How she feels when I put my hands on her body, and bring her to my lips. How she tastes, a fiery chill that calms my nerves and lets my soul burn all at once. The way she makes me feel, I can let ideas flow without restraint, I do n't have to worry about upsetting her feelings. She understands me. She knows me. She accepts me. 
 
 She takes away the pain I feel everyday. That aching feeling of helplessness. I feel strong when I hold her, and so helpless when I ca n't have her here with me. Her very touch makes me feel superhuman. 
 
 She makes me warm when I'm cold. On dark winter nights, I long to feel her fiery caress on my lips, my neck. To feel her passion ignite my chest. My frigid, darkened room is no longer a prison when she shares it with me. 
 
 She helps me forget that I am alone. Lets my true self come forth into the world. When she's with me, I'm someone entirely different. The man I want to be, and not this husk, this shell. 
 
 This world is dead, and I can feel it draining me, but she brings me back to life. Even if only for a little while. 
 
 But nobody else sees her like that. They all tell me she's bad for me. They tell me she's killing me too. If that's true, why ca n't I bring myself to refuse her embrace? If that's true, then just let me die happy. With a smile on my face and her taste on my lips.
