Hangover

What’s there not to love about you?

And I am asking myself that again, am I not? It’s not like it’s going to change. I mean the way I feel.

I love this hangover. In fact I missed it. It’s been a while. And this time, it was temptingly sweet. I couldn’t but indulge. Like plunge big time. Felt it lining down my throat, some sort of burning sensation. Ah. Yes, I was tipsy.

Still there wasn’t a thing not endearing about you. Like every inch seems to draw me near. Like magnetic. And I’m cheesy. And all.

And I’m giddy. And jumpy. About you. And us.

Like almost always.