melodramatic sheets.

three bottles.

three bottles in and you suddenly love me too.

tell me how that works darling. not even an hour ago you told me that you belonged to her and no one else but now you're confessing your feelings for me? i don't get it. i have waited for the this day to come, the day where you finally tell me that you want me the same way i have always wanted you. everyone and even you know that i am all for you. i have to admit, it is quite humiliating at some points but i can't help it. i have imagined the mornings where i can be able to wake up from a deep slumber and find you sleeping next to me while your hair is all tousled and spread out on your pillow and me admiring your relaxed yet beautiful features. i have imagined the days where i will have to take care of you when you have a tiny cold. i can see myself feeding you my famous chicken noodle soup that you will love, giving you tissues so you can wipe your runny nose, putting your blankets in the dryer so when they come out they'll be extra warm for you, making sure you take your medicine, etc. i have also imagined the fights we will have. it can be small playful fights of seeing who can get to pick the movie on movie night to big fights where we found ourselves yelling from the top of our lungs then slamming doors at each other. yes, i may have seen fights between us but i have also seen us making up after. i see myself letting you pick the stupid romance movie you wanted to see because the smile on your face will be so worth giving up the action movie i wanted. i also see us making up by apologizing to each other while tears flow from our eyes as i keep you in my embrace. i have imagined you telling me your feelings for me in a different situation from this. it's bad for me to say but, i have imagined you and her breaking up then you moving on and realizing that i can be the one for you after all. that may have been delusional for me to think so i am so sorry.

three bottles in and you suddenly love me too.

we have always had this thing in us for each other, well i believe we do, and it seems to not go away. from the first time i saw you from across the room to right now at this very moment. i have always had this thing for you. i have tried so hard to lose my feelings for you. i have to the point where i would distant myself and not talk to you for a couple days but i always have let you in after a while because i can't bare the thought of you being how we are with someone else who isn't me. you have always been very close to me but you don't give me as much affection not attention as when you aren't inebriated. with drunken breath you talk highly of me, name all the things of me you find fascinating, then forget about the other girl in your life who you claim to say means a lot to you. this isn't love as much as you claim for it to be but this is only a small infatuation and confusion for you.

three bottles in and you suddenly love me too.