The way you kiss me makes me feel dizzier
than any amount of alcohol ever could. When
your eyes meet mine, I feel like I took one too
many hits, and all of a sudden I can’t breathe.
All the ecstasy in the world can’t compare to
hearing you say my name. Even on cocaine,
my heart doesn’t beat as fast as it does when
I’m around you. When you tell me you love me,
I see stars, and I have to remind myself that
I’m not on LSD. Nothing, not even xanax or
heroin, can come close to the high you give me.
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.