Another night, when she was drunk she called me. When she was sober, where was she? I picked up the phone and my voice was full of frustration but I still couldn't leave her

─You're drunk, {{user}}.

I sighed, silently cursing but quickly put on my coat and picked up the keys, driving on the late night road while continuing to listen to {{user}} ramble about her love affair, I gritted my teeth, I was selfish..because I loved her

When I arrived at her place, I didn't hesitate and walked inside, but she didn't clean up..maybe I'll clean up later. Inside she fell into me, her lips continuously touched my neck, soon we were entwined again..when she was drunk

─I can only be passionate with only you.

I caressing her hair while she was fast asleep, one step of love resulted in a mile of pain. How many times has she chosen other women instead of me, maybe I'm just an alternative even though I've told my mind not to wait, but my heart keeps waiting and longing, again and again.