Some days when i want to feel your presence, i indulge in a bit of fine red wine.
Bittersweet like our memories, each sip sets my insides on fire, warming me up a little, with provocatively delightful thoughts of you.
I drink not to forget but to remember, the smell of your hair on a warm twinkling night, the gush of adrenaline coursing through our veins as we would roam about hand in hand, discovering new ventures, re-discovering ourselves! i drink to revive that very thrill, temporarily if so.
Even the giddy after effects serve as your reminder, the moments we chose to laugh our problems away into oblivion.
- I therefore, drink to relive an “us”.