somehow that means you and i, we get to keep breathing for a while

Ofcourse it's exhausting, 
having to reason 
all the time in a universe 
which wasn't meant to be
reasonable. 

Sometimes all it takes is just one wild night out to make you realise how long you've waited to drink and dance to forget the ache buried so deeply within your bones.

When you say yes to every shot offered and draw curious stares from acquaintances, ignore the hushed explanation being offered that she's going through a break-up. This will startle you for a second, weren't you already done with the breaking up? Didn't you plaster a smile on each morning and bask long enough in the sunlight and laugh enough to let others know that you were alright? Why do they think that you're downing shots after shots to get through something already broken? 

But that will also be the night where you learn that alcohol and tears don't mix well, and how strange it feels to be that tipsy and light-headed without the security of his arms to hold you steady. Instead, your friends will pry your phone away from your grip because they know how much damage one silly drunken text can unravel.

That will be the night you learn that friends who lie alongside you and stroke your hair and tell you about their own heartbreaks as you sob hysterically into someone's duvet, are friends worth having.

When you wake up the next morning to the delicious smell of Nutella pancakes and scroll through your phone log, be thankful you didn't try to drunk dial him at all. Cringe when your friends tell you about all your embarrassing drunk antics and be grateful they got you out soon enough.

That will be the night you realise that it's alright to be heartbroken, no one was expecting you to be fine.