I never really got into wine but it seems these days I always have a bottle of Pinot Noir, and Sauvignon Blanc in the place. Sometimes I'll drink it. Most times I don't. And when I drink some I end up replacing it knowing that it's not there anymore.
I see the bottles sitting there. The red on the counter. The White in the fridge.
It's like a tiny piece of hope that I've been able to ignore and not act like it's there just wishing I came home some day and found you sitting there in front of charcuterie board..., waiting on me with the smile you used to have when I came home and you were there just like that ready to pour into the glasses.
I preferred red for a while, but don’t anymore. So I have about 10 bottles, maybe more of red cause I can never decide which to get and then get doubles of them and I got sick of it 😅 White goes faster b/c I use it to cook.
