“I love you”, those were the drunken words she said.
“I love you too”, the last words she heard before she completely fell into slumber.
After couple of hours, she woke up alone in the room and he’s the first person she looked for. Her head aches but she knew that she’s already sobered up. Looking outside the window, there she saw him, sitting at the bench in front of the house with a bottle of beer at a hand. Their eyes met, stared at each other for seconds. She looked away and went back to bed, feeling relieved that he didn’t left her.
He went inside the room and asked her, “Are you still drunk?” in a sweet bedroom voice.
As he got closer to her, she threw her arms around his neck, and cuddled him in.
“I don’t think so”, she said.
Silence uttered what cannot be said. She didn’t know what is it but it felt so right. They both know that it’s wrong. In each other arms, they felt safe and sound.
“Whenever I’m with you, I don’t think of fucking. I just want to feel you in my arms. I want you to feel safe. I want to take care of you. It’s weird but that’s the way it is. I love this amazing feeling”, he calmly said as he broke the silence.
She didn’t know what to feel. But those were the most beautiful words she had ever heard. She remained silent as she watched her barriers being slowly destroyed. Truth or lie, those words got into her heart. Heart, that for a long time, she never felt she has.
It was just 4 in the morning, so they waited for the sun before they depart. They talked about almost everything, secrets among secrets; insights to insights. She’s never been like that to anyone. He never opened up like that to anyone.
“So what are we?”, he asked.
“Friends, that’s all we can be.”, she replied.
The sun’s up.
He held her hands and walked home. “Yeah, let’s enjoy this. There are lots of things that could happen in the future. We’ll never know.” He said.
She didn’t know that the next walks home in the morning will be a game of moving on; that departing by the daylight’s never easy; that the truths and lies will look the same. The thing is not a game of owning. It should be let go. He is already of someone else.