i took a couple shots of whiskey before leaving the house, i didn’t want to get on this train ride sober. i could feel the whiskey sitting, digesting in my stomach, slowly influencing my mind, slowly slowing down some of my senses and enhancing some. i am 20 minutes into my train ride, and can say that i’m comfortably inebriated. it has started with the narrowing of my vision, or focusing rather — a lightening of my moods, feelings of slight tinglings in my brain cells — a rather cheerful introspection of myself and my past lovers, most probably caused by an affliction with my current one, and somehow my life feels clearer now than ever before.
you were the one.
i don’t regret letting you go, i think i needed that break. i think i needed that to learn, to experience that you were the one i truly wanted.