It's dangerous, I know. I must be really brave and fearless, I'm surprised... 'cause I don't even know from where I got my resolve to stand beside him, try to help and such.
Others would reject him as soon they learned this. When he told me, it felt like nothing to be shocked, no news to be upset...just confirmed the rumors I've heard, maybe I saw it coming. We don't live together and we meet sometimes,so I'm safe, I guess.
I can't give him an ultimatum, I can't demand a thing, can't put him against the wall and confront, no... Taking a soft route does help? Who knows, something tells me that he needs me the most, he wants support not judgment. It's a long journey, I'm not expecting promises or a change in a short timespan, no.
I want it for real. The truth. What's going on. What makes him want the drugs. When he has a rebound. What happens to him when he's sober or when high. I want to talk about it. I want him to feel safe. Even if there are walls built around him, even if there are layers...just like an onion, I want to understand what he goes through. I want to be useful. And hopefully, be there when he quits.
—in love with a drug user.