I don’t know if it is my fault.

I was drunk at a party.

I do not remember talking to you.

I do not remember anything that happened that night.

I remember two seconds of our walk to your house.

I walked the chilly night with just my t-shirt.

I let myself.

I woke up and I did not even know your name.

I asked you and you replied with equal cluelessness.

I woke up and realized that we had unprotected sex.

I think it is my fault. ​​​