HIS TAKE

"Do you feel any better now?" I ask.

"I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.

I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure.

"Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain.

"I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says.

"You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte