On the one hand I’m really drunk.
On the other hand, that usually means I feel things more clearly because I’m not inhibited by how I *think* I *should* feel/behave.
I want him to be happy. Even if that isn’t with me. Even though I think it could be with me.
I fuck up. A lot. But it’s always been about you. If time is short, I want you to be happy. However that comes. Because you deserve to be happy. Even if it isn’t with me. I’ll find a way to make my peace with that. I’ll have to. That’s what love is, right?
















