“Stay with me.”
“I’ll stay with you love. Till I fall asleep.”
“Hai love. Moon of my life.”
“My sun and stars. Miss you.”
“Miss you more. Be mine.”
“Will you love me forever?”
“If you give me the chance.”
Yet he knew that he had been left impaired, that he no longer had the capacity to feel in the way that he had once felt. He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed. He had not intended to wound Elin; he did not enjoy seeing her cry; yet the ability to feel empathetic pain seemed to have closed down. A small part of him, in truth, had been mentally planning his route home as she sobbed.
Alcohol buoyed you up and it washed your eyes clean. In vino veritas, they said, didn’t they?
“I look around and everything is beautiful, cause all I see is you.”