Last night I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t genuinely me. I wasn’t true to you or myself.

Yes, I think you are interesting, fun, and sexy but the night did not go as I planned. Alcohol makes me into someone I am not. I wanted to kiss you when I was sober but I would have continued to restrain myself if I hadn’t drank all that wine. I forget how I react to booze on my new medication. It intensifies everything: my impulses cannot be controlled.

So, we kissed too much and we touched too much. I barely know you but I want to and that wasn’t the best way to get to know someone. I agree that it is good sometimes to break physical boundaries but we nearly shattered them and now I fear we cannot go back. Maybe, we won’t able to just be friends. Maybe, we’ll lose the interest we have.

We discussed how we both don’t want to date anyone but then what did we do? We drunkenly feasted on each other’s flesh and then collapsed into slumber. I woke up to a headache in more ways than one.

I know you said it’s all right. That we are only human and not to fret about it. You kissed me goodbye and said you would call me. I don’t want you to call me. I’m scared.