I’ll Always Be Drunk On Your Love

Lissy Elle
Lissy Elle

Now, we are both drunk. Drunk in our own thoughts and dreams. Drunk in our passions and silly desires. Drunk in our fears of the future that is coming. Drunk in our ignorance that is protecting ourselves. Drunk in our youth and in our idea of love. Now we are drunk…drunk in the idea of feeling the moment. Now we are drunk and we see life a bit dizzily.

But maybe after 10 years, we will meet again and we will be sober. Both of us, at the same time.

After 10 years we will stay at the same coffee table and we will make jokes about how fast time went by. At the first cup of coffee we’ll have, we are going to have the basic talk about how is each other’s life going.

After that, at the first piece of cake we’ll order, we are going to laugh at the memories of the high school years. We are going to laugh at the moments spent during the classes and during the breaks. We are going to laugh without any shame at how childish we used to be.

At the cups of hot chocolate we will drink, we are going to talk about ourselves a little.

I will tell you that I love dancing and you will wonder why you’ve never asked me to dance with you. You are going to confess to me that you still enjoy reading and I am going to pretend that I don’t know your favorite books.

Time passes and when pizza arrives, we are going to talk about how pleased we are with our lives. We are still a bit hesitant about what happened because of some feeling that could catch life next.

I am going to tell you that I love my job and you probably won’t believe me. In fact, you will know that I hate my job because you kind of remembered how happily I used to talk about the things I loved. You are going to tell me that you don’t find your job attractive because of what people are saying and I am not going to tell you anything because I know that you are lying. You will love your job even though you pretend you won’t.

I will want a glass of wine and so will you. There comes a glass. There comes two and we will realize how stupid we were.

We are going to remember that between us there weren’t just simple moments. Our laughs will turn into discrete smiles and we are going to let us remember the moments when we went from 18 to 7 years old and acted like innocent children.

We are going to remember the moments which we used to label as ordinary even though they weren’t. I am going to tell you how much I loved your way of making me smile even at my worst. I am going to tell you how thankful I was when you wanted to be a part of my life even though you hadn’t realized at that time. I am going to tell you without any fear about your favorite books and about all the things I’ll still remember about you.

You are going to be surprised because of the things you are going to say to me. You will talk about my dreams and remind me with a jovial voice of the moments when I didn’t care about what people said. You are going to tell me that you loved my way of seeing life even though it was different from yours. You are going to tell me about our ups and downs and I will do the same.

I will tell you that I still know what T-shirt you wore at your favorite concert and you will tell me that you still know my dance moves of my favorite song.

We are going to leave the place and walk along the streets, realizing how much we missed the silence between us. You are going to confess me that you enjoyed watching me dance and I am going to confess to you that I have always supported you in whatever you had done.

You are going to tell me that you wished things went differently and I will immediately tell you not to say that, because if things had gone differently, maybe we wouldn’t have had the chance to smile at each other from different corners of the room.

Maybe we wouldn’t have had the chance to understand each other at some point. Maybe we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to stay up late and talk about everything that was going in our minds.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been your dance lover and maybe you wouldn’t have been my book lover.

We are going to keep walking through the cold night. You will look at me and I will look at you and I will know why you hadn’t invited me to dance and why I hadn’t told you that I know your favorite books.

Because 10 years ago, somehow, I turned sober when you were still drunk. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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