The whole night, I’ve been thinking about what I was going to tell you. I told myself that I’m willing to take this risk. The worst that could happen is for you to say no and stop talking to me. I am putting everything on the line here.

Dancing and alcohol. I am in a happy place. Not worried about what’s gonna happen next, just dancing the night away. Intoxicated by the beat of the music, I am enjoying myself. I am in my zone.

Why was I even thinking this way? I know how you feel about me from the beginning. It won’t hurt to try.

As the night ended, a little buzzed, we were alone. Too sleepy to move, I don’t recall what we were talking about. I remember you asked me a few times if I was ok. Don’t remember if I responded, my mind is occupied of what could happen later. Yes, I am still planning on asking you.

The moment came, I had the courage to ask you. You hugged me in reply and said No. I knew you will.

At least I tried.