The day we met, I knew... my life was going to change.
When he turned to see who entered the room that day, our eyes locked, he smiled, and I somehow knew.
There was an instant synergy between us.
I was in complete awe of the way he could handle a room or any situation.
He was larger than life.
I soon discovered that synergy carried on outside, in casual settings;
and shortly after - in bed.
It was supposed to be a one night fling.
And then it happened again... and again.
Before I knew it, we were swept up in a lust-filled haze of whiskey, hotel rooms, and sheets - twisted and damp.
The hotel rooms became his house, and I woke up one morning realizing our lives were completely intertwined as I listened to the sound of our boys playing in the other room.
I was in love... or so I thought.
He was already the sun in my world, but my devotion eclipsed the painful truth - I was only his drug; always there whenever he needed a fix.
Looking back, I think it was more of an addiction between us - both craving the things we made each other feel.
The longing and desire so intense.
But I believed all the things he said to me, backed up by all the actions he showed me.
As I knelt in the ashes of my obliterated illusion, my tear-strewn face covered in soot, desperately clutching my chest - while some other woman lay in his arms, in the bed we shared so many nights, in the house I had made a home, it hit me...
The crushing realization that there was no “We” and even more devastating - I had lost my supposed best friend.
In the end, I’m grateful for all he gave me -
Though I doubted my intuition for a long time after, he woke a part of me that had been sleeping for years... and forever changed my life.
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©️VMLM13 Whiskey + Empathy 2019
