what happened

there's your side
of the story,
and then there's
mine, the right
side.
your memory
of the details
of what we said
and did are blurred
by the fact
that you were under
the influence of
wine. so let me
tell you what
really happened
that night. on
second thought,
i like your version
better, so never
mind, your apology
is accepted, as i
hope you will mine.