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When I got home I was still drunk, reeking of vodka.

You wanted to yell at me, you hated me when I was like this. But you didn't.

I don't know if it was because you were tired or you just didn't care anymore.

I used to think it was because you might love me, but you didn't.

Not then.

You took me outside to breathe the fresh air.

We talked for a while, I was drunk but I remember everything we said, and every detail painted on your skin that was glowing in the moonlight.

I wish I didn't remember, I wish I didn't remember anything from that night. I wish I really would have forgotten everything.

I told you I did, but I'm a liar.

I remember everything.

Even pouring my heart out to you, then flinging my salty lips onto yours soft, delicate ones.

I kissed you.

You didn't kiss back.