Breathe You Through the Whiskey

Sometimes life turns on a dime.

This is associated so often with negativity. Car accidents. Unexpected departures.

There are moments though, where that pivot point heads you in a direction that you never dared hope you’d travel.

So much of my being strong and independent is a facade. A front. Bullshit. I’ll hurt myself before you can hurt me. You can’t make me bleed, look. I’m already bleeding. It still hurts. Having taken ownership of it doesn’t change the pain. Having given myself those scars is even sadder. Such bullshit.

I love the idea not of a road not taken, but the chance decision that lead me down a new road, which opened vistas I didn’t know I wanted to see. That’s where life lies for me. The reason one foot keeps going in front and of the other. A reason to keep pedaling.

The point of the journey,

Is not to arrive.

Anything can happen.

The belief that anything can happen, anything, any day, that is the thought that has kept me going, even when I didn’t want to be here anymore. Life never stays the same. I could turn a corner today and everything could change. How intoxicating.

I am fine. I am great.

And then I was even better.

Sometimes there is a spark, a magnetism that pulls you to another person in a way that is literally irresistible. A person you have to touch. Eyes that you cannot look away from.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

I’m just going to breathe you through the whiskey. Your skin is a scent more intoxicating than gin, a taste more luxurious than the Jameson. Blue eyes I don’t want to look away from. Skin I don’t want to lift my fingers from.

Don’t leave.

“When will we see each other again?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not worried. We will.”

I made a decision last year that affected today. But not badly. In the best way. In a “I was looking for silver, but I found gold” way.

This is the reason I’m still here. The promise of this feeling, this reality, fulfilled.

“How long will this last?”

“I don’t know.”

That’s fine. I’ll breathe you in through the whiskey, touch and hold and love you as long as I can.

Anything can happen.

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