Wes was your best friend.

Along the way, he fell for you.

A few weeks ago, you guys went to a birthday party for a mutual friend of yours. Wes ended up getting completely shitfaced, and spilling everything.

You hadn’t spoken to him since.

Part of you was over the moon that he felt the same way.

The other part of you was mad at him. Mad at him for not saying it when sober. Mad at him for ruining the friendship you cherished so much.

He remembered saying it. And he regretted it deeply… because he meant it.

And he needed to make that clear. So, he found himself knocking on your front door.