Nothing?

"The music was playing in the background and you could hear the murmur from the people sitting and eagerly discussing something. I was standing in the kitchen, finishing of my last drink while looking at the three people playing cards and laughing. I stumble into the bedroom and find a person on the bed passed out. I looked around, the tv was on, some kind of b-movie with cars exploading and people trying to survive. Just to the right of me I noticed that there's somebody lying in the pile of coats. I look a little bit closer and I relize that it's you lying there. A very drunk you, but still you. I sit down next to you and we talk like the way we do online. I'm to scared to look into your blue eyes, I'm scared to loose myself. But against my urges I look and I'm lost. We're getting closer and closer, we're still talking about something but I've forgotten what it's about. The music and the laughs from the kitchen fades away and everything appears to be in slowmotion. As I close my eyes I feel your lips against mine, your tongues meeting. We both know it's wrong but it feels so right at that very moment. After a long intense kiss we return to the presence and let our minds control us again, instead of our hearts. We have to put our feelings aside and return to how it used to be."


I'm scared, because I think I'm starting to let go.