the night was full of dance. he was in a dark black suit with a plain black tie. he’d put over his favourite cologne all around his neck and body. he’d sat at the bar, what a waste of time. he had been invited out by a few work colleagues whom worked at his agency. usually he’d say no. but tonight was special.

as he downed a large glass of ice tea and vodka, his eyes travelling over the strangers. this place was posh and full of rich and old bastards. the cocky people he hated. until he saw you. alone, sipping a redish pink drink with ice and a lemon.

so, with another shot of confidence, he walks up. you both talk, he hits it off. after what felt like hours of talking he mumbles his smitten words.

“i love you.” he says, something stupid and fast. hes done it again. ruining something with them three usless and stupid words. the words he hated the most.