The whiskey sits still in the barrel, ready to fall and shatter under the masses,
It hasn’t matured yet, it never does under this kinda of pressure
But how can she know any better?
How was she suppose to know he wouldn’t be able to hold a glass to you,
Does anyone…
Does it even matter that she’s trying to find a replacement,
When she knows deep down they will never be you,
Your whiskey tastes sweet, sweeter than what’s left in the other barrels,
Or it did..
Does it still smell the same, taste the same as she remembered,
Because I want to know,
Need to know,
My body aches for more than a mere replacement.
Fuck, does whisky cure Coronavirus?
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One can only hope
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👍, certainly in Scotland it does!
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Having just experienced in the last year my wife deciding that she no longer loved me, I completely understand this sentiment. But my saving grace was my Kitten who finds me worthy.
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I know the feeling. Hang in there. Cats are wonderful. Some people never learn what love really is. You sure won’t find it on the soap operas, tv talk shows or in the movies.
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You are correct. True Love takes true work. Open and Honest communication leading to trust.
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I wish you the best of luck in life, my friend.
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Thank you
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Yes it does ❤️
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Thank you 😊
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Very welcome, the honor is mine.
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Stay strong if not for yourself for you kitty ❤️
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Practicing Radical Acceptance and thinking like a stoic I realized that I was not being realistic about my situation. And listening to my wife she thought life had gotten stale but she was fine. Now I’m wondering who is the one not being realistic?
Life is definitely interesting.
Thanks for the support.
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Time for Jack Daniels and/or someone new…
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Hahaha yes !
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