I Only Drink White Wine

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Sorry, I’ve been MIA this weekend. Here is an article I wrote for The Odyssey a few weeks back.

The scent of sweet red wine reminds me of the countless times we would sneak wine and liquor from your parents’ exotic collection. You would always pour yourself a glass of wine and a glass of liquor for me. You knew I wouldn’t drink it, and you never said anything when I switched our glasses when you weren’t looking. We’ve spent so many nights sitting at your kitchen counter talking about life, listening to Lana Del Ray, and eating pizza from Dominick’s.
You were the best person I knew. Probably the best person I will ever know in this lifetime. I remember the feeling of letting you down when you realized I was more dependent than you thought. Those words have always stuck with me. You made me want to be better. And so, I became so independent, I’m still genuinely shocked when someone helps me.

You can read the rest of the article here.
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