Dying In Your Arms

My boyfriend Corey, I recall, was a smoker and an alcoholic. He was also a little caring and loving towards me. He loved me and one month after we dated, he moved in with me. It was true love at first sight... Corey had long black hair and wonderful blue eyes. He wore black and he liked to linger around on the couch in the living room and watch TV. He did have some habits. He liked to scatter his clothes all over the bedroom. I would clean up after him, sometimes (he would do it if I asked him) and well, he smoked (like you already know). I loved Corey with all my heart and I became dependent when I was with him. He was my "self-destructive".

Sometimes, Corey and I would have a fight. It was always mainly about him smoking. I would take his cigarettes away and he would get mad and complain.

"I really think you should stop smoking, it's not good for you." I would say.

"Paige, I don't care! I want my cigarettes back." Corey would yell. Lots of times, I would give up the fight and give him back his cigarettes. Corey would snatch them and smoke one. Then, he would kiss me on the lips with his cigarette breath and whisper in my ear,

"I love you."

"I love you too." I would reply as I smiled and kissed him back.

Other times, Corey would give me a bottle of booze and let me drink. I was fond of the taste of alcohol so Corey would give me more and more beer. By the time I was drunk, I would be passed out. The very next day, I would wake up in my bedroom with my boyfriend lying in bed with him witht his arm around me. When I would wake up, he would whisper, "Paige, honey, go back to sleep. It's too early." That's when I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I didn't go to college anymore. I wanted to be with Corey. He was everything, I mean, he's my life. I needed him and I couldn't live without him.

During the day was my special time with my boyfriend. Sometimes, he would cover the kitchen countertop with bowls of cherries and bottles of booze. He would set the radio on the countertop and plug it in and turn it on. Him and I would drink in the kitchen or kiss. That's when he would tell me that he loved me so much and I would say the same thing. Everything was perfect. I was with the perfect man, but I didn't know that I was wearing out, becoming thin.

After five months I was dating Corey, we got married and still settled in my house. We weren't even dating for a year and we are already married. More fights occured between us and Corey would now storm out of the house and drive away for the night. I would always hear the tires screeching. Soon, I realized that Corey must of had a lynch for me. I didn't know what it was, but it had to be bad.