Last Night He is out there somewhere waiting for me, I know it, and I can feel it. This what we all hope for in youth? Is it true? It began last night. I thought about him when things weren’t going well. To hell with my pride tonight, i am drinking I am letting my tears fall down. They say there are plenty of them out there but I found none. I am feeling it and I won’t let go. Oh dear, is this love or is it just loneliness? My god, this whisky is good. He is out somewhere, ignorant, and I am here writing for the sake of ease. You might think it’s a break up consequence, but it’s not. He is not aware of this unpleasant reality. Do you think I would have ruined our fragile friendship with my foolish sensation? I am drunk enough to let go my pain but the sun is almost up and so is my companion for the night. Cheers...