I didn't make any move to get out of the truck after turning the engine off. The calm night continued to go on as I stare straight to the windshield, listening quietly to James' soft snores. I knew he was half-awake. I could feel him tensing from where I was seated. He might be insanely drunk but that doesn't excuse him for a conversation. I could confront him now, demand answers that I desperately need. But my fear of losing him in the process restraints me, and I know I couldn't afford risking our relationship just because I couldn't get out that piece of something from him.
I need to be matured enough to understand him. I know these problems have their own reasons beneath. I know I just need to give him time to contemplate with all of his sorrows. Not all people can easily give their d
