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[if_she_werent]

One month later and still on my mind.
The night started slow, 
but by now we have a patern.

He wanted the ball back but I refused, waiting for a please.
He offered a hug insted and when he finally got to please I accepted.
I needed the cup back so I offered a hug in return.
He held me tighter than I expected,
and told me liked hugging me, that I give the best hugs.

I went over to him in the chair and said we needed a picture.
He smiled up at me, and said he was drunk and I deserved a good picture.
I told him I believed it would be good,
slipped off his hat, my arm around his shoulders
and got the cutest picture ever.
I stayed there with my arm around him, playing with his hair
an urge I've never had in my life.

I found him alone on the front porch.
Again, my fingers in his hair.
I don't remember what happened first.
Pinky promises to remember,
my fault we don't talk sober,
"Can i tell you something?"
"Yes"
"I really like you, Lex"
"I know."
Sarcasm: "Oh, I'm so glad you know."
Endless streams of kisses on the forehead and he's off to bed.

I don't know what happened with him and that girl.
I don't know if he kissed anyone.
It's not my business anyway.
I mean, someone thought we had kissed,
but I wouldn't lead myself on like that knowing how drunk he was.
Just kisses on the forehead, which were new by the way.
Usually I'm the only one kissing, on the cheek at the end of the night.

And again
in our patern,
we never said goodbye.
So we're not really over.