"I want to raise another toast", he said raising his kingfisher can, " to my dearest, no very dearest and bestest friend. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I really love you Tara."
I knew he was high and the next thing coming up was a hug. And so it did.
He walked over to me, nearly falling twice on the way and gave me a huge hug. There was always something special in his hugs, I never felt like letting go. It's like when I am in his arms, everything seems alright, all my worries are gone.
"I love you", he whispered in my ear, "don't ever leave me", and then he planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
Life always seemed perfect when we had these house parties. Everyone drank as much as they could, danced the night away and slept just where they could find place to. And I was so glad every weekend we had one of such parties, where we could forget all our problems and just celebrate life.
He held me by waist and took me to the balcony. We just kept looking at the moon. There was no exchange of words, but it still felt like we were having the most amazing conversation. Not even for a moment did he leave my hand. He is not usually like this when he is drunk, instead he prefers to talk. But today was different, it was as if he was hiding something from me.
"Its our song, lets hit the dance floor", he said pulling me towards the room where everyone was dancing, without even waiting for my approval, maybe because he knew I would never say no to him.
To be continued....
I knew he was high and the next thing coming up was a hug. And so it did.
He walked over to me, nearly falling twice on the way and gave me a huge hug. There was always something special in his hugs, I never felt like letting go. It's like when I am in his arms, everything seems alright, all my worries are gone.
"I love you", he whispered in my ear, "don't ever leave me", and then he planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
Life always seemed perfect when we had these house parties. Everyone drank as much as they could, danced the night away and slept just where they could find place to. And I was so glad every weekend we had one of such parties, where we could forget all our problems and just celebrate life.
He held me by waist and took me to the balcony. We just kept looking at the moon. There was no exchange of words, but it still felt like we were having the most amazing conversation. Not even for a moment did he leave my hand. He is not usually like this when he is drunk, instead he prefers to talk. But today was different, it was as if he was hiding something from me.
"Its our song, lets hit the dance floor", he said pulling me towards the room where everyone was dancing, without even waiting for my approval, maybe because he knew I would never say no to him.
To be continued....
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