Help here.

She -- m/j -- was my Last Great Love ... Both that simple, and that complex; There is, nor will there ever be, another, as no other can even come close to her. I can define it no further, except ... Remember in "The Godfather", when Michael first saw Appolonia, and his Sicilian bodyguard said he'd been "hit by the thunderbolt"? It's like that. Exactly like that.

I didn't mean that. Sorry. I get frustrated. What I really mean, my whole attitude towards you is and always has been this (click me). It's corny and hokey but it's true. This is all I've ever wanted to be to you ... It genuinely hurts to see you waste yourself so. Please clean up. Please get some help so you can hold your head high. You know the way. You know what's right and what is wrong. Sometimes you just get ... lost. And that's OK, we all do. But this crap is beneath you and will hurt you. I believe in you. Always have. And I'm here. No questions asked ... I can help. This life you're leading can only hurt you. In the final analysis, it ain't worth it. Please, Beauty, get clean. You deserve it.