“I like being the one you drunk text after midnight. I like being the one that’s on your mind, even for a few hazy seconds as you clumsily type three, four, five messages that make no sense to me. It’s like a riddle that I’m too sober to decipher and you’re too drunk to sort into something we both understand. But I like getting those texts all the same. I like that even when you’re in a mess and don’t quite know what you’re doing, you still think of me. Maybe when you lose all your senses and everything’s all out of focus, it’s me that’s still on your mind.”
- they say the truth comes out when you’ve lost your senses.