For years I’ve dealt with this. For years I’ve ignored it. Every suspicion has lead to the common answer but, of course, I just ignore it. I’ve seen the truth right in front of my eyes but, of course, I ignore it. To deal with the pain of knowing this truth is what kills me the most…but, of course, I ignore it. For the past few nights, right outside my window, cough after cough the truth is hard to hide. Many opportunities are given to find other answers that might not be as painful, but that lucky day has yet to arrive. Just like the book I’m reading, you’ve been infected by the monster. I can’t deal with this anymore. There is no more ignoring. All my life I’ve seen you suffer trying to win this battle where you fight the monster, but each time you’ve been conquered. My dear, I love you and you need to stop this before it kills you. I just want to get up and go outside to yell at you, beg you to quit forever, for yourself and the rest of us. Instead I lay here listening to you hurt yourself as time goes by because of course, I just ignore it…