Todas las promesas que rompimos

When your best friend gets married and you're still single, you get a good fuck. If not, it's not your best friend's wedding. Point. Of course, what ended up being intimate with him crazy was not planned. In my defense, I must say that I attended the wedding without the supervision of an adult, the minimum I need so as not to mess it up when there is an open bar and a desirable bachelor in the area. At what point did this strike me as a good idea? In the end, I was going to pay dearly for not sticking to the original plan to get drunk. Nothing went as expected, even though that night was magical. But what are the things: although we had promised ourselves distance, the cursed (or blessed) fate caused that we had no choice but to collide again.