All those drinks, those moments I have with people, the way those conversations turn interesting, how you would look at me from across the bar, the alcohol induced laughter, those jokes that were half as funny sober, innocent flirting and how you’d get pissed off, the next guy you’d talk to, seem interested but you wouldn’t really care if it was a mannequin as long as I took notice, how our eyes would talk and laugh at each other – fully conscious of what was going on, those small gestures asking the other to just give  up on the ego, relenting, repenting, finding each other always, funny stories to share on the way back, going back to a place which felt more home than anything had ever, laughing like crazy, tight hugs, falling into bed, holding each other and falling asleep, only to wake up to realize we were cold, one of us drawing the sheets on so that we both kept warm, small gestures, unending love, endless memories, unlimited history, things which will always remind me of you, things which might never remind you of me. We will both love and we will both live. Is it time to go back? This world can wait. Don’t leave me alone. Take me back, let’s go home!!