A Drabble

It's 4:30AM on New Year's Day and I'm still a little tipsy off of vodka shots and good conversation.  But the cold woke me up and your words keep me warm and I don't know what to say anymore.  That awkward moment when it's a new year and I'm the same old me.  I'm still drunk.  I'm in love with you.  It's the holidays and the memories and I probably shouldn't tell you that right now.  There are others, have been and will be, and I'll try.  But you're you and I can't ignore that any longer.  Break my heart; it means you care.