I’m drunk and I’m holding my phone and I’m smiling by myself, wondering how your name, those three bare letters, seem so perfect, wondering what you’re doing or where you are r who you’re with, I’m drunk and I’m pouring myself another drink, thinking that maybe by the time I pour myself another one I’d be lost enough to ask for your love and your kisses, confused enough to break through all this emotional fog and smoke and slur the words I have been telling you for so long, I love you. I’m drunk and I love you, love.

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