You came home late last night, am I right? Maybe...

You came home late last night, am I right? Maybe in the early hours of the morning, more than just a little bit tipsy. You called about six times, and left a number of voicemails—nothing but slurred words in an unfamiliar tone of voice. At least I knew you didn’t drive yourself home, but I have to admit, I was still pretty damn worried you were out partying on the night of my birthday. Although, thanks for coming to see me earlier in the day. Even if you were being pretty obnoxious, acting like someone I didn’t really know…You know I’m always happy to see you. You’ve always been a great weakness of mine, after all. My Achilles heel. And as you said goodbye, the warmth of your kisses weren’t enough, and I couldn’t help but to pout to myself while your back was turned, slowly walking away. It’s a good thing my friends were around or I would have been a little more upset that I was, and that would have been a shame…But you were needed elsewhere. In fact, they had all been waiting for you a while. I crawled into bed at the end of my night, after not having checked my phone for a few hours. New messages (4), it read. The music was blaring behind you, some talking, some laughing in the background…I knew the scene, familiar all too well. One of the first things you said was that—despite the beer, you knew exactly what you were saying, and having heard those words, I felt heavier than a thousand sinking ships. I guess you felt you had to say it to reassure me you were alright, even if I knew in my now preoccupied mind that you weren’t. “I really miss you,” you mumbled, breathing heavily into the phone…How do I know it wasn’t just the alcohol talking? And you’re rambling went on for the next three, nonsense-filled messages…Maybe it’s just me over-reacting. Maybe I’m just being foul and a whole lot bitter than I should be…Well hey, glad you had fun, baby.

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