I wasn’t pretending that night. I just don’t want to stop you.
I had no intention to like you, it just happened out of nowhere. I admit I had a bad moment with my past love, settling my heart in forceful resolution, thinking it would just pass, looking for something I could divert off and hoping to forget at least a few minutes of my sad life.
I was drinking too much that night, swaying my blues over the facade charmed of alcohol while clinging to your shoulder. Yes, I was drunk, but I know, how it feels good to touch you.
I felt dizzy and was about to flop, but you were there leading me to my bedroom, holding me close. I know it was you and not him. It wasn’t hard to recognize the difference; the smell, the touch, the grip…
You were smoothing my hair… whispering me to sleep. No way I can’t stop you, that’s been all I need, you have comforted me.