A Love Letter to Whiskey

A Love Letter to Whiskey

It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.<br /><br />Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.<br /><br />It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.<br /><br />It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.<br /><br />But we can’t start here.<br /><br />No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. <br /><br />Back to the beginning.<br /><br />Back to the very first drop.<br /><br />This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.