I'll Take You Home

We were partying all night, because we just graduated from high school. There were a lot of shouting, drinking, dancing, and a lot of loud music. The school is actually situated within the town, so basically even the non-graduates are celebrating. It is actually always like that every year because essentially it’s a small community – and nobody is actually complaining about it.

In the midst of all that chaos, I was somewhat detached about what is going on. I was happy, but there is something missing. After a few drinks and a brush with somebody who wants to crawl under my clothes, I walked away. I found myself standing in front of the house of that, “something is missing”. With the help of my alcohol stimulated brain, I knocked. He came out and saw me and it seems to me then that he was expecting me.

He was a classmate and a friend, but he didn’t graduate with us (long story). There was clearly something between us, and everybody seems to see it but us. That night I threw all inhibitions in the air and spilled everything – anger, hate, longing… love. As I finished with my litany of feelings he looked at me with so much pain in his eyes for what seemed like eternity, and finally he said “I’ll take you home”. At that point he stood up and walked away, as I sat there I felt tears burning down my face.

Suddenly a hand touched my shoulders, and then I heard a voice, “Are you alright?” I blinked back my tears and as I opened my eyes again I was back in the coffee shop with my friend looking down at me with concern. The song was still playing… “Though I know I'll never ever lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them. But in my life I loved you more…”