Last night I drank 7 margaritas. Oh boy. I don't think I have ever been that drunk in my life. I can't say I remember every single detail of last night, especially after about midnight, but it was pretty awesome. Until I woke up at 5 this morning and puked. But even that wasn't so bad. And I don't even have a hangover.
His gaze held me Like the arms of a lover Passion and desire I saw there He promised A new life, a new love, a new hope Until With one word, one action He was gone.