Harold was my best friend and my soulmate. He was so tall and strong and like no one I had ever met. When I met him I had no idea the pain he was in. I had never done drugs much less touched a needle and when I figured out he was an addict i was deeply in love and afraid if I left he would die alone. He loved me and my daughter and worked and went to college. No one looking at us would have ever suspected what was going on. He had a horrible relationship with his family and they never tried to get him help. One Sunday i came home from work and he was really high and I did not want to be around him. He asked me to come out to the tool shed to talk but I was tired and decided to watch a movie instead. My daughter was sick and I stayed in the living room with her when Harold  finally went to bed. I set the alarm for him to get up the next morning. I fell asleep on the couch and awoke to the beeping of the alarm. I had this horrible feeling and i went to our bedroom to find Harold hardly breathing in our bed. I called 911 and held him in my arms.The worst day of my life. Later I found his needles and drugs hidden under his clothes in his closet. When he died my world ended and I had a nervous breakdown and my daughter suffers from anxiety and night terrors. Harold could play the piano and was extremely intelligent. He had started using about 10 years before I met him, so deep down I knew I could not save him. Sometimes love is not enough. The sad thing is I still love him and my heart wants to let go so I'm destined to suffer alone with out my best friend...