I Remember: A Broken Soul

"Hello my love" was how I greeted her every single time. Every single malt scotch placed before me. The fellow drinkers at my sides, whether they were my fellows or not, I could feel their glances, their gazes and stares as I said the words. As if I was crazy. I didn't have many fellows left in my life, so perhaps I was crazy. Crazy for the drink I was. She was crazy for me, too.