Open Letter to Wine (my love)

My dearest, sweet sweet wine sitting on my counter,

I know. We're hurting. Last week, when I bought you, I hadn't thought this through. You were intended to be drank in one night, preferably all by myself. Just you and me, together. Like old times. You've been with me through boyfriends, bad friends and lack thereof. But the time has come, my dearest love, to bid farewell. Not forever, no, but just for a while. I might visit you a time or two during the week, but only for a short time. No, I won't be drinking all of you in one night. At least not for a few months. For now, I hope you won't be jealous of water and coffee, and the occasional tea, for they make me quite happy too, you see? I knew you'd understand. So while you go hang out with pasta and the good cheese, please make sure to remember me.

Until next time, friend.
C