Warning: Strong Mature Content.
"Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink.
"Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?"
"Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him.
He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked.
'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself
It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do...
I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine.
I fell in love with her laugh.
Her jokes that weren't funny at all.
The way how I felt when I touched her.
The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan.
I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her.
And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here.
She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.