So yesterday after work I decide to flake on Alex and see Manny instead. Recently, I have been receiving some text messages that have been confusing me ever so much. I won't use any examples and if I already told you then you know but I doubt anyone does. I drive onto the 10 west to the 605 south where I exit florence ave. I make a left and continue driving down until I hit Pioneer ave. I call you and let you know that I am outside and I need the door to be opened. There you are walking around in your underwear as if you didn't know I was coming. I sit down in the living room and ask you for a blanket since I wasn't wearing underwear and my dress would rise up. After you got ready we went to the yardhouse in Long Beach where we were only suppose to have one drink but those LA waters are hard to pass up. You use this to your advantage and start asking me questions I normally wouldn't answer but you know I get "brave" when I'm drinking. You force my keys away from me and tell me that you are driving. During the drive home we basically confess to each other how we feel and it is mutual. You know I love you to death and I know you do too. Why you even questioned it is beyond me. As I sit here on my desk arriving an hour late and running into the bathroom to throw up, I wonder if you think I'm vulnerable to you. Do you miss me this much? You don't even have to answer that precious Of course you do Little do you know, I'm happily taken and I wouldn't have it any other way.