A smile dances on your lips as those dark circles quickly sob under your eyes. You rest your head every so gently on his shoulders looking up at the phone he holds to capture this moment in its eternity as you arch your body every so slightly away from his.
Maybe you are in love with him, maybe it is something else that binds you to him. Maybe in this moment a feeble beat of your heart sighed my name, maybe it is the intoxication of this single malt that makes me see an alternate reality that the senses don't, maybe I am finally what I always claimed to be - a raving lunatic and there is nothing more to you, him or me, maybe one day I will know for sure or maybe one day the world will run out of whiskey and I will be able to sleep.
Maybe.
