I was upset and you were there, a stranger out of the blue. “I was afraid to talk to you in fear that you were taken by another lucky man” or “I held out long enough just for a girl like you” were the kind of things you were saying to me. It felt like those lines were recycled... Rehearsed. And all I could do was reply with a sceptical “Bullshit! I don’t believe you!” to masquerade and guard any sort of vulnerability in me that’d believe anything you’d say.
The whole night we sat, talked and cuddled in the cold, grass strip on the lawn out the front of the house as you promised my friends and I that you would get me sober in no time.
You never took advantage of me.
With the time we spent being close to one another, you constantly asked me, “Now that you’re getting sober... Serious question ok? Would you honestly like to hang out sometime?”
Even though I was drunk, I knew what I was doing and saying. So “Yes, yes, yes” I said to you a million times. This isn’t my first ‘pick-up’ situation, but nothing like this has ever happened.
"Ok," I said as my voice slurred, my mind spinning and twirling simultaneously, "I'm gonna give you 8 days to call me back. Andddddd if you don't, I'll go to your school and bash you!"
I really hope you do.
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And to a friend who is everything like a sister to me, that very night you were upset. I know that nothing I said made anything better, I was drunk but I wanted you to be happy. I was talking in slurs and broken sentences. You know I’m bad at cheering up my friends, let alone cheer myself up. I love you, is all I can say.
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