That’s when I love you

You only think right when you drink, X tells me, when you’ve drunk as much as me and the horizon of thought opens up beyond both of us and your words reach out towards it. That’s when I love you, he says, that’s when I know we were meant for each other. Sometimes when we’ve drunk enough I don’t know who’s talking, you, me or no one, and that’s the only time I feel free. Well, that’s telling, isn’t it? I say. The only time you love me is when I’m out of my head and you don’t know who I am. I could’ve been someone but for you, I say. I could’ve been someone if I didn’t love you, I say.