Tonight I drank my brandy straight up.
It's warm. The feeling in my belly offsets the icy piercing of our last goodbye.
You'll find happiness. Hell, I probably never made you lose it. I, on the contrary, haven't had a strong sense of self or persistent peace of mind since you made your way into my bedroom.
You will find someone to walk through this life with. I will (and, probably, rightfully so) likely walk alone.
She will be beautiful. She will be kind. She will love you as I have. But, she will know what it's like to have her love returned.
