I hope they buy it

I hope my friends buy it — I tell them it was dark, I was drunk, and there was a very powerful fog machine. But I saw you again — we talked about your insecurities, and we talked about mine. We talked about mine actually, for the whole night. And you listened.

Then we kissed, and since that moment, I haven’t forgotten about the feelings that even a pathetic soul like me can experience. I hope you pity me enough to remember too.