I met you so many years ago... nearly thirty. Wow, time flies. I was so impressed when I met you on that cruise. Three Greek islands in one day... on a smallish sized boat... and and the weather did not cooperate.
Well, the weather did not do what I had expected it to or hoped it would do. You, on the other hand, seemed fine with the weather. Actually, as I think back to that day, you probably had been hoping and planning for a cold, rainy day just like that one. I was so cold. Chilled to the bone.
You were smooth... you warmed me up... and make me feel a little reckless and crazy. What a wonderful few hours I spent with you... I thought I would never forget you... the way you made me feel... the way you warmed my lips... the way you warmed all of me from head to toe.
I planned to remember you always.
But life got busy. I graduated from college. I got married. I had a child. I had an ex-husband. I was a single parent. I was remarried. I had step-kids. I had another child. I had to deal with an ex-husband with a nucking futz wife. I dealt with crazy visitation schedules. I woke up every night for years trying to remember who was sleeping in my house that particular night.
I was busy. I forgot all about you. I'm sorry. That's not how I planned it.
Apparently I thought about you last year... for a short time... for a weekend or two... but then things were busy and you were shuttled to the back of my mind
Last night I decided to reconnect with you... and I found that as much as I loved the taste of you... you didn't have much to give.
I sit here saddened by the fact that even though I thirst for more you are really gone... This seems sad, cruel.. maybe even heartbreaking...
But I did just notice something... something quite interesting...
I see that you have a few very handsome brothers... I think I might try to get to know them.
You wouldn't mind, would you, Bailey?
(Seriously? The bottle's empty? Dang... it works better than cough syrup...)