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.