"I miss you." He says suddenly.
Okay, this is the first time I've heard this. I know drunk conversations are always real, and sincere; these are the things that come out from deep within. Thoughts and feelings you have been agonizing on for some time and when drunk they come to the surface and you end up saying everything. Today it seems he couldn't bottle anything in, he is back to being the teenage boy I once knew.
"I miss holding you, and talking to you absent-mindedly without hesitation, but recently all we do is exchange a few words. In the short period we spent time together, you made me crazy about you. My mind can't stop thinking of you, as much as I try to push you away."
"Today, you are sitting there opposite me, your beautiful face antagonizing me. You were a few centimeters across from me but it seemed like we were miles apart, I couldn't even kiss you, as much as I was dying to."
