Sometimes things get interesting. Life gets interesting. Suddenly u realise u are high on long island tea and beer and something that taste like bombay saphire plus God knows what, and things are happening. Sure he was off his face. It's true that he was 98.9 percent drunk and did not know what he was talking about. Neither did u. But it happens. Chemistry. When u look into each others eyes, eyes speaking a language of their own. They don't care about what's gonna happen, not caring what the future holds. The only thing that is important? That moment in time, that second. The way he held your hands in his. The feeling, so nice, so safe, secure. For a moment everything seems right. Hope is alive.