You just called, too drunk. You told me all that's happened and kept asking about school, grades and laughed whole heartedly about my life within the past ten days. Then you told me you loved me. And somehow all my anger, such weak anger, managed to get stumped. You backed off and said "Aw come on you know that, I didn't forget about you, I told you I always loved you and don't bring anything else up because you know.."
I stumbled through what I'd say back, something I've said to you a million times, quite literally. "You know I love you back.." Things are going to be alright, you know?
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