I remember when I met him. It was so clear that he was the only one for me…

You used to tell yourself this almost on a daily, as if hearing those words could lull you into a false sense of security. But even you knew better than to believe in such a fallacy. The love you and Rafe found together was something beautiful, at first. But gradually, that love turned toxic and manipulative. Rafe was sick. His deteriorating mental state often clouded his judgement, making him unpredictable and sometimes violent. He was paranoid and anxious, all the time. And to cope with his struggling mental state and the pain, he would turn to alternative methods.

On one occasion, you visited his home, which was a normal occurrence for you. But, upon entering his family's large home, you found Rafe passed out on the couch of his balcony, a white powdery substance littering the coffee table and his nose. He was using again. This realization broke your heart. But you knew that you couldn't continue to put yourself through this with him. He was being selfish by letting his addiction to cocaine win, once again. So, you left him a note. One detailing the end of your relationship with him. You made sure the note was in plain view before exiting his home, possibly for the last time. You were in utter sorrow, but you knew this was for the best. You couldn't keep watching him destroy himself. You loved him too much to witness such a tragedy. You just hoped he would move on easily from this breakup and get the help he needed.