A Love Letter to Whiskey

It€s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you€ve been sober for so long.

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.

It was just him €" the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

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.

But we can€t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.