I used to love the way vodka tasted. Sitting there on the phone listening to him tell me how much he loved me, oh god it felt so good. But now it's 6 months later and it burns so bad I can feel the vodka spell out his name in my throat. It hurts to swallow, I gag. But I still drink it, because it's closest thing I have left of him.
this is beautiful, but i’m sorry you’re hurting. i’m always here if you need to talk lovely