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A Love Letter to Whiskey
A Love Letter to Whiskey
Kandi Steiner

A year after breaking free from the grip of addiction, a woman finds herself face-to-face with Whiskey once again—this time, on her doorstep, offering both a familiar comfort and a dangerous temptation, forcing her to confront the past that still burns in her veins and the love she’s never quite been able to quit.

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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long. Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us. It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle. It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less. But we can’t start here. No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. Back to the beginning. Back to the very first drop. This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

A Love Letter to Whiskey

It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

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