It happened. The phone vibrated, blaring out a noise at an hour unwanted, a jumble of letters which aren’t wanted or clearly thought out to be meaningful.
Yet the words are raw. Raw and honest. “I want you”. “I love you”.
The message mustn’t have gotten through, you know, the one where I broke your heart.
So many messages of drunken persuasion fly around at all hours of the day, with the sole purpose of being taken to heart, because the message contained is of the nature which can’t be shared any other time. Be it for fear of the truth or response you would get, or be it for the need to get something off your chest.
The rules which previously applied don’t matter any more, if something is seemingly humorous at the time, you’ll send it to your friends, confusing the hell out of them. If something has been on your mind for a minute, day, week or month, then the truth will come out at this moment of weakness.
It’s happened to me, and I analyzed the feelings at the time, and all I can say is this, don’t let alcohol fuel your message if you really want to achieve anything, man up, and say it to the persons face.




