We had been dating for a while. Plans were made for The Holidays. We spent a perfect amount of time together. Not too much. Not too little.
I laughed more, smiled more, skipped more. Because. Of. Him.
It was my first 'love'. I knew it. We were going to be together. Forever. I had found my King. I was certain. I couldn't wait to hear it out of his mouth. I love you. I just wanted him to say it first so I could say it back.
We were out with friends. He liked to drink. A lot. Later I realized too much.
He got that look in his eye. Or, that one eye. The one that got smaller and squintier. The look that I knew meant the proverbial 'other shoe' may drop. He was slurring his words when he was telling me how much he liked me. He was so happy I was in his life. He couldn't imagine being with anyone but me. The moment he saw me it was like a circle of light was surrounding me. He was drawn to me in that very first moment and could never let me go.
I knew it was coming. He was going to say those 3 little words I had been waiting to hear for SOOO LOOONG. To profess his unwavering love for me. It was on the tip of his tongue. I stopped breathing waiting for him to whisper it in my ear.
"I slub you" he says.
He was trashed.
And, he slubbed me.
I felt like the
Gone. Gone about 8 gins ago. That's where it was. He slubbed gin too.