You never let out any complaints; your expression never showed that you were annoyed.

Especially the times I’ll get drunk at the parties that I never brought you with. I knew I wasn’t sober enough but it was enough to remember that I would call you up to send me home.

You might have been asleep, or maybe busy doing your work but you forgot about those for a moment. Just to come and bring my drunken home.

Even if it meant you had to come to the party by the last midnight bus because you always knew that I went to parties with my own ride instead of tagging with my friends.

You’re always patient enough to keep up with my drunk self.