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Dear Uche,

I had a lot of alcohol to drink this night. And alcohol mixed with the nighttime brings out a certain type of vulnerability and honesty in people with pent-up emotions. So I might be on your socials tonight, telling you all my biggest fears and how you make me feel everything. How with you I’m not afraid to love loudly. How I feel the laughter, tears, anxiety, peace, and wholeness just by hearing your voice and feeling your breath against my ears.

Maybe tonight I’d tell you how it scares me that my love might be too much for both of us it would swallow yours. I might tell you how some days I still feel it’s too good to be true and that very soon all these emotions I feel would be snatched away from and id once again be left feeling nothing.

But then I’d remember the nights we shared together under warm coverings talking into the wee hours about a future that somehow did not include both of us in the picture but was still beautiful to imagine.

We had a conversation about morals and values today and it was pleasing to hear what we’ve set as principles for ourselves. It made me even more attracted to you but it also kicked in my anxieties.

But the night is still young my love; I might drink and pass out, and wake up tomorrow morning with hopes that my vulnerability might never see the light of day.