A Love Letter to Whiskey

The honest, hard to read and even harder to write account of my eleven-year addiction to Whiskey.

“I feel like goodbye isn’t the right term, so I’ll just say until the timing is right…”

Even if you must move on, please don’t ever let us go.

“He’s not an addiction,” I whispered. “He’s an inclination.”

“I wasn’t sorry the first time I kissed you, even when you weren’t mine, and I’m not sorry I kissed you the other night, even when I wasn’t yours. Because the truth is you’ve always been mine, and I’ll always be yours, and that’s just the way it is.”

“Your love is poisoning me, Jamie!”

“I want you to know that I love you, in every sense of the word.”

There’s more courage in admitting you love someone and fighting for them than letting them go because it hurts less.”

DID YOU KNOW WHISKEY in Gaelic means Water of Life?

I saw him first.