When we’re drunk, we tend to have an easier time expressing ourselves. It’s why they call it liquid courage sometimes. And though I’m not as eloquent when I’ve had some whiskey in me, the things I say are truer, more deeply felt, because that filter that sobriety imposes between my brain and my mouth is gone. I’m not afraid to tell you how I feel. And I like to think that it’s the same for you, so when I call you and you’re drunk and tell me you miss me, so much, I don’t doubt you.
I’m sorry I’m such as skeptical, worried person. Sometimes, it’s good. I don’t fall easily for lies, and I pursue the truth with a fevered determination. Sometimes it’s bad. Sometimes I don’t trust you, even though I should. You have been nothing but wonderful to me. And love is about trust and faith. I hope you understand, I’m damaged goods. I’m just a scared little girl inside. And it’ll take time. But I can get there, I promise. And it’ll be worth it.
