09/01/2026
Part One: The Invitation
My love,
I’ve been thinking about you,
and the place we always meet—
where time gets lost between our words,
and every pour tastes a little sweeter.
I lose myself in conversation,
in the stories that we share.
The wine pours freely into our glasses,
and somehow, I pour myself out too.
Maybe it’s the wine.
Maybe it’s the way you look at me.
Maybe some things, like a good vintage,
were simply meant to be.
So meet me at our spot, my love,
where the evening knows our name.
I’ll save your seat,
I’ll save you a glass,
and you can steal my time again.
Xoxo,
Yours truly.
P.S. Our usual? 🍷
