My love

I meet her when I was tipsy, she says I was drunk. Inside that old bar, there she was. The girl of my dreams like those storybooks.

The only way to meet someone was for me to be drinking as much. My walls were high, but not as high as my truck.

I remember those words, clear as day.

Do you wanna come, home with me, tonight. She knew I was drunk but her eyes still shined like gold. Her smile was brighter than the cold. Her temper was just as cool but mine tended to pool. Her stride was as smooth as this Wiskey and when she turned around the next day she I asked if she missed me. That giggle that could make any man smile is what brought me home with her that night.

I had work that next morning but I didn’t care, one more minute one more share. And now years down the line we tell our grandkids our story and they don’t care. But our story is as special as that first sunset night