It pains me to see you sad, and despairing. I can’t keep your feelings from you, but I’d rather you confide in me than those boozy, golden elixirs in crystal glasses. Perhaps it’s envy, but I yearn to be your comfort during those dry, grueling days. I dream of being your safe haven, the one you choose. I imagine myself waiting for you, a vision in a glistening topaz dress, arms open wide, ready to embrace you with the same warmth that once came from the clink of ice in your past delicate highball glasses.
Until then, I wait. I wait for the day you choose to come home to me, to melt within the warmth of my embrace. My touch won’t burn, nor will it poison you slowly. I offer a genuine antidote, a haven you desperately need. I am here.
