The color of your favorite dream is forest green
That's how you know he was drunk. Because that's what he said before he said he loved me. He told me verbally today that he loved me. He's said in text messages before. He's even said it in the context of "I love you as a little sister." but today it was simply in the context of me. i don't know if it was the physical distance and the separation of 5 time zones that did it. i don't know if it's because we're older and the games don't matter anymore. the "i'm 16 and i can't let him know that i love him" shit or the "i'm going to get 2 inches away from her face and do nothing." stuff is over. it's about time, it's been 7 yrs. i'm not going to say it's only because he was drunk off his ass. i think the alcohol helped but it wasn't the only reason. i know it wasn't the only reason because it's where he was the last night i saw him. the whole " do you want to kiss me" crap. he was drunk but he said i was beautiful. he said everyone who thinks i'm a peice of ass is wrong because they don't see me, who i really am. he said that he may be the only one that respects me, but i shouldn't forget it. i shouldn't forget that i'm a beautiful lady, a beautiful woman of thought; he said he had to go to bed because his head was spinning, but that he wanted me to give him a kiss. i've never given anyone a kiss over the phone before. but i did it anyway. and he gave me one back. even if it was corny. and i said i love you. and he said i love you. and in that moment i knew i have what raylene never got.