All's well...

Amber finally stopped calling me. She hasn't shown up at my work either. Starr helped me get all my things from her place and get them back to mine. Yeah, I kept my own apartment all this time. I think I had always planned to leave her for good.
Sadly, I miss her. She only got violent when she was drunk. All the rest of the time, she was a very loving, caring woman. I guess it finally got to the point where all the loving and caring couldn't make the cuts and bruises vanish.
I hate shutting her out. I begged for her to get help. But like Starr said, you can't help someone who doesn't want to help their self. God, I miss her.
I used to believe that love could conquer all, but now I think its just a delusion. Love couldn't kill her addiction. Love couldn't make her get help.
Maybe she didn't truly love me anymore. Maybe she never loved me at all. I'd like to think that I was wrong since I loved her with all I had. Who knows...