It was bad wasn't it; me at your place, champagne in one hand and vodka on the other. I never thought I'll be in this situation again. Perhaps I had too much to drink and I would lie if I say that wasn't my intent. I was just looking at you and it fascinates me how you are in your own comforts, how I got to know bits of you by merely observing every piece you had your heart on.

And as the night fell and I ended up in the cushions of your brokenness, I wonder what thoughts run through your mind as you watch me sleep. I just wonder if those thoughts were every about me.

I'm still trying to grasp how this could happen. How I once thought about it but never see it actually happening. It was a first at least to you but in some ways it is for me too. Tell me why I feel this. Why of all people I felt this way about you. I thought it was just me but I'm surprise you do too.

You are gentle with your kisses, the way it touches my skin, the way your hands explore the insides of me. I felt the time stops right there with you, that subtle look in your eyes taking over me, breaking me.