magstar

Var på en julfest igår. Trevligt. Lite för mycket rödvin kanske.
Ovant att kunna gå på fest och sedan gå hem. Inte behöva "sova över".
Sällan har uttrycket "gå hem" känts så skönt.
Snubblar ner i sängen och somnar.
Klockan 04.18 ringer mobilen.

- Öööööh, Magnus, svarar jag.
- I love you.
- What!!?? Vem??
- I love you.
- Hi Kim... Where are you?
- I´m drunk, been at a wild party. I´m in Stockholm.
- Please Kim. Go home to your hotel. Call me tomorrow.
- Will I see you tomorrow?
- No, I´m at home, it´s a long way to Stockholm. We can call each other.
- Come here, please. You know you wanna...
- Kim... Please...
- Will you come? Will you?
- No Kim, you know I can't.
- Why?
- As I said. I´m at home and because you're seeing someone else, that's why.
- He won't know.
- Kim! No! We will meet soon. All of us, Marcus also.
- I love you.
- I know, Kim. I love you to, but in a different way. Go home, Kim. Please. For me.
- I love you.