Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Drink Wine

When you moved away I texted you, asking how it was. It sounded very arbitrary and almost cold, but we both knew that it was neither. Once I thought of the message sitting in your inbox, I grew extremely concerned you would not respond. When you finally did, it read "wine is my best friend". I wondered if you meant new best friend, either way, it obviously hurt my feelings deeply. I reflect on that most every time that I drink wine. 

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