You Make My Heart Implode

Violet

Cat, without effort is so beautiful he makes me eyes hurt, hence why I told him he didn't need to change much. I on the other hand needed to. I'm glad I chose this outfit, it seems to please him.
Dinner doesn’t consist of much; well I at least don't exactly eat a lot. The conversation is much more interesting. We talk about pretty much everything; careers, childhoods, personal angles on so many different topics. He's a lot more interesting than anyone gives him credit for.
When we finish the meal, we end up sitting at the bar and he insists on paying for everything.
I daren't imagine the bill as we tumble out of the restaurant bar and into the street.

"You really shouldn't get me so drunk" I sigh, holding onto his collar, attempting to make it look like it's not for support.

"You could have said no! I was only funding your habit." He defends, slipping his grasp to my hips.

While thinking of a comeback, which I fail to, a shiver runs up my spine.

"Oh, you're freezing" he pulls me into his jacket, holding it closed around me because there isn’t enough room for it to fasten up. "I'll call a cab now."

Time passes and the best night in my memory ends as I fall into a deep sleep, in what I feel to be my place in this world; Cat's arms.

Oh, I hate to be the one to bare the bad news,
Yes it is true, I have finally fallen in love.

I admit it should be too early to call this love, but really, we have known each other for years. I wish I didn't mean it, but I've been in love with Eric Bäckman for a very long time now, and the past night has only strengthened it.