Oh, I know what’s a first in my recent timeline! I got severely drunk and I wasn’t crying out for you, your name, or my guilt for doing things I know you don’t approve of. Guilt that I still love you after all this time. Guilt that people won’t understand what I’m going through with you because I’m not anymore.
I’m not yours the last time I checked. Never was, to begin with. We were never each other’s own. I’m human like most people, and I lie—even at nights I got too wasted to remember a thing like Friday night. People love drunken self-confessions. And here is my post-drunk realization.
I was crying out of loneliness. I still think I was crying out a name. At least in my mind I was as I remember.
And it wasn’t yours.