My chin was rested on my fist. Drunk. For the first time in months.
He and his sister and friends at the other side of the bar. Him completely drowned.
He came over and turned my chair around without warning, I tried to protest, made an undignified sound. But soon I was met with strong arms and a bear hug. Pulled up onto my toes and into his chest.
I bowed my face into his neck.
"What are you doing?" I asked, helpless.
"Just let me have this." He said.
I tried to protest, but instead he said, "marry me."
Shocked, I said, "You don't want to ask me that?"
Too easily, he said, "I do."
"You returned the ring." I countered, throat sore from trying not to cry as he held me tight, chin on my shoulder, eyes clamped shut.
"I'll buy another one."
Searching my mind for any reply- "Why"
And so simply, he returned, "I love you."
Back to despair, I whispered, "you're drunk."
And he shook his head, his nose tickling my hair, and said "come home with me."
come home ..
It does not do to dwell on dreams.