Out of everything that could have happened to him tonight, a drunk phonecall from you was not what he had expected.

You had called him at the club, begging you to take him home and he could never refuse you, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

But as he drove you home, in your inebriated state, confessed that you had loved him, through fits of drunken giggles.

"You're drunk, you don't mean it." Was all he replied with.

Why couldn't you say that when you were sober?