He was too drunk last night - his conscience battling against the arbid chuckles and intoxicating whispers that surrounded him. They had done well to make him walk out of the dancing hall into the balcony, but his was not any ordinary reserve. It was unending list of questions that he would constantly ask himself. He wasn't wrong in thinking them to be insecurities, but in the midst of friends, foes, and all others who believed in the importance of self-indulgence, he could not recognize it to be his strength - it sounded contradictory. He was not the kind to give in to the notion of 'what is supposed to be', and whenever he was about to, destiny would connive a story that reposed his faith....
Much time had flown by in that state of intoxication.... And just when it was about to hang his boots, a smile gently waded through the chuckles - it wasn't a flash of light that people talk about - he found the 'notion' over-rated - but it was soothing, and meant for him in some inexplicable way, shielding him against the questions and the temptations. He felt calm for the first time in many months. Little did he know that he was going to enter a whirlwind of realizations about himself - things that would surprise him, inspire him, and make him feel closer to the image of the man that he had always wanted to be.
He hoped she felt the same..
