For Valentines Day, each writer was challenged to proclaim their love to their favorite beers. These are their interpretations of the idea. We hope you enjoy!
I can see you across the bar from me and I can’t take my eyes off of you, mesmerized by the simple idea of having you. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. In fact, every time I see you its unexpected.
All the memories from those years ago come rushing back, flooding my mind like a broken levee after a storm, filling my soul and permeating out of my skin. The quickening of my heart. The stirring in my stomach. The goosebumps down the back of my neck. The heat radiating from my chest.
I keep myself guarded when it comes to you, and yet just the sight of you has me anxiously awaiting our reunion. Will it be different this time? Hard to say. I want to let the past go, but every time we get together it’s disastrous. The smell of you, the taste of you; it’s immediately intoxicting.
You come closer to me and I exhale slowly, cautiously welcoming you back after I swore so many times never to touch you again. Your effects on me last for days, and yet I’m willing to take this chance yet another time. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, you will always have a grip on my heart. The warm familiar feeling returns my cheeks. A smile curls to my lips. You haven’t changed one bit; what would I have done if you had?
It’s rare that I see you out like this, and while deep inside my heart is screaming for more, my mind prevails. I always delighted in you having control, but today the tables turn. As quick as it began, I let it fade away. We both know better than to let this reunion last. I down the last sip of you, boozy and warm, and take my leave.