Whiskey + Moonlight© Day 7

DAY 7: To say it’s all normal, causes the pain to bleed into the edges, creating a watercolor in hues of red. We orbit each other in a drunken cloud, lightening in our touch. And for a while, lunch is sanctuary. “Did you ever think life would be this?”

All I can reply is, “Not in a million lifetimes, yet here we are.” 

Juliet 🥃+🌒

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Whiskey + Moonlight © Day 6

DAY 6: In the tiny bar we grab a booth in a dark corner. I can’t help but order the usual, as does he, and so begins the dance of love swirling over ice. “I’ve missed you.” We say in unison; tethered together, that old familiar pull, kites on a string…we navigate the winds that howl outside, a reminder that all is not as it seems. 

Juliet 🥃+🌒

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Whiskey & Moonlight ©️ Day 5

DAY 5: I need to remember that at the end of every day, I am alone. I do everything with the intent of satisfying some primal, instinctive need/desire hoping I don’t f**k it up… Another shot before I lose my courage…It’s a new day. He texts. “Sorry about yesterday,” he says, “sometimes I just lose my mind.” I think, “I beat you to it.” He adds, “Want to meet for lunch?” Nothing wrong with free lunch, “Sure.”

Juliet 🥃+🌒

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Whiskey & Moonlight © Day 4

DAY 4: Smoke rings read my fortune, blankets all I am—hidden meanings and secret truths I’ve yet to understand. And he—the one who haunts my dreams—remains faceless. The news speaks of bomb cyclones and Niagara Falls freezing; I guess anything is possible…

Juliet 🥃+🌒

**I will post everyday at noon MST.

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