So long, farewell!

He is timeless. Ageless. Faceless. And I have loved him for the past 12

years.

Some people say he is just making use of me. Whilst giving me comfort, solace,

companionship and relief, he takes away my youth, vanity, vitality and

self-respect. But I disagree. These people have never met him.

They don't know him like I do.

I have defended him throughout the years with a ferocity that only the

beloved will understand. And in return, he has stood by me as only a true

friend can. Through the good times, the bad times, the heart aches, the

pain, the misery, etc. He never left me. He was always there.

And now I must say goodbye to him. All good things must come to an end.

Even as I lay him down gently for the last time, I knew I would miss him.

He was 12 years of my life. He dwelt in the very heart of my soul. He was

my conscience, my inner strength, my sanity.

"What will I do without him!" I thought as I stubbed out my last cigarette.