Do you remember that night? You were having a house-warming party, and I didn't really know you all that well but I knew that I wanted to. And I was too nervous to talk to you so I just skirted you all night and drank a lot of wine. I didn't trust what I would say. I already wasn't trusting how I felt. I told your mom you were amazing when she stopped by. I told her how proud of you she must be.
It got late. I was tired. I'd been downstairs in your room with most of the party. I walked across the room and crawled into your bed and fell asleep. You woke me hours later. You thought I'd just been too drunk and gone to the first available spot to sleep. I was just being passive aggressive. I wanted to talk to you so bad, but I didn't want you to know. I just figured if I was sleeping there, you would at least have to talk to me long enough to ask me to move. But you didn't. We didn't leave that bed for a week. We talked, we smiled, we laughed, we couldn't believe our hearts. People kept coming down for us but not us, we wouldn't move. Would that I never forget that magic like that exists. I pray I don't forget those lessons.
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