I just found out Clyde Morin, the man I loved, died of an overdose.
Clyde I'm so sorry. I never told you I loved you and I never will. I'll never be able to lay my head on your stomach and watch TV with you again. I'll never be able to fall asleep in your arms again. I'll never be able to wake up and see you smiling and know that everything is going to be okay ever again.
Oh my God. Why? Why would you take him from me?