Shit! I just told you I love you. Sorry I told you…

It’s 4 a.m. of the last day of the year… Somebody tells you he loves you in the middle of a party where there are eyes watching your every move…what do you do? (a) you laugh out loud like you always do in “crises” like these, (b) you call for help that the guy is too drunk and has been puking his heart out at you (you have to make them believe you are a helpless victim at this point and although this was something you needed to make you feel human again, you will insist he is taken tables away from where you are ), or (c) you keep quiet and pretend there is no “crisis” at all and smile back? Oh, there’s another…(d) you say “Thank you,” and smile to a point where your wisdom teeth show up.

Now, people have seen you two together. And never been this close, ever. You can feel him breathing in your ear every time he leans to tell you something. His scorching hands beside your arm . But of course, it’s December so you think it must be because it’s cold and you’re cold and he’s not.

And you ask yourself. Why now? Why here? Why me? And why say “sorry”?

Am I good at thinking to myself or what? ;p