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"Ididn't."
"You didn't?" Is the man being purposefully oblique? If his lyrics are any indication, the answerisyes.
"Every night, I fall asleep wondering if tomorrow's going to be the dayIslip."
That soundsfamiliar.
"If I'm going to be the second person to OD on my wife. The second person to break herheart."
"How the fuck do youmanagethat?"
"You get used to it." His expression gets intense. Earnest. A rarity for him. "That voice, the one that tells you you're going to slip, that you're not good enough, that you're the worst thing that ever happened to her—it never goes away. But you get usedtoit."
"Thatworks?"
He nods. "It gets easier, every day. You must know that. You've been soberforevernow."
"Yeah."
"You still feel like you're walking oneggshells?"
"No." Notexactly.
"You still think about getting high every time somethinghurts?"
"No." Idon't.
It seems impossible, but Idon't.
When I hurt, I think ofPiper.
She fills myheart.
She convinces me I'm not afuckup.
That I deservehappiness.
That I candothis.
But… thatvoice.
I look back to Miles. "You were thinking it, when you gotmarried?"
"That Icouldslip?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck yeah. We were in Vegas. I'd be an idiot not to. It never stops crossing your mind. But you get used to it.Trustme."
Ido.
And I think I know how tofixthis.
I better fucking be able tofixthis.
