It didn't take that long before I got drunk again. Just a few hours, the third day in a row I was wasted beyond reason. My heart was still hurting as I lay drunk on a lawn. It was dark outside, the stars were out. If it was cold or not I couldn't answer. I picked up my phone and called him.
"It's too late to talk about it now Ino, and if I know you right you aren't sober this night either."
All I could do was to cry. He didn't hang up on me. He wouldn't do that, he kept quiet for a while.
"I told myself that you weren't too much to handle, but this is it. Running away, getting drunk with people I don't know, I don't even know where you are. You could have gotten killed, I didn't even know if you were alive. How could you do that to me?"
"I love you!" I sobbed. I must be breaking his heart right about then. I had started this, I wish I could have taken it back. I wish I could just have loved him and let him love me.
"Do you remember that time we grilled my soya hotdogs over the candle light, because I was so hungry and the power was out?" I was making this worse, not only for me, but for both of us. Once again I was hurting him.
"Where are you going with this?" He sounded bored with me now.
"I love you," I cried once again.
"I'm hanging up now." I could hardly hear him. He did what he said after a while. Just hearing his breath in the phone was soothing to me. I fell asleep with the phone in my hand.
