Dear My Bottle of Wine,

I know we really never speak that often (at least you don't really ever), but thank you for putting up with me on the hard days, as well as the good days. Thank you for always being there, ready to be open(ed) and have your soul poured out as I pour mine out to you. I appreciate everything you do for me. Even if I get a grape depression sometimes the morning after I see you, I rarely ever regret it. So thank you for understanding my weird behaviors the next morning (you know—chugging water, regretting my shopping purchases, and even crying a little...) because without you there, I may not even have them. But at least you're there the following night to understand and enable me to be more of myself all over again. Everything happens for a Riesling and I am so happy that I have met you. You had me at Merlot, and I will always be thankful you are in my life. Sometimes, you are an acquired taste and can be difficult to drink in, but letting you air yourself out always helps, and I am happy to do that for you. Having you as my best friend is absolutely de-vine, and I wouldn't have it any other Cabernet. I just...I love you so d*mn much! (I may have teared up just now.) Thank you for always listening to me wine and reminding me to stop and smell the Rosés.

On that note, see you tonight, say around 6 p.m.?

With all my love,

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