The Tale of Cocktail
I found you so exciting and the next thing you were gone. All this ever was is being stuck in the cycle of a fancy cocktail drink.
We started the night with a mystery cocktail, one that I have never had. I was so nervous about having the first sip because I never know what to expect. You looked like the drink I could have for the rest of my life, or you could be a recipe for disaster. I guess I could never know until I get a taste of you. The colors were so inviting, like the venomous snakes before the lethal strike. How can I resist such temptation even if I might die?
Each sip after the first was more inviting than the next. My hand could only clasp tightly to the glass as I felt the inebriation sets in. I can still picture that night after all these years when I took that very first sip. The more that I drink, the more entranced I was. I never expected anything from this drink, but perhaps this might be my cocktail after all. I fell in love with this drink until it turned sour. This sour cocktail left a bitter taste that I will forever remember. How can such a beautiful drink go wrong in a blink of a sip?
I thought I had given up this cocktail for good until I decided to give it a second chance. I truly believed that perhaps this sour was a misunderstanding. Perhaps I had interpreted it all wrong, and it had been my fault that resulted in this turn. All those little games we played were to fool me about the true nature of this drink. I opened up to this drink with open arms, but this drink will never be enough with me. Silly little me, so naive to believe that this drink would love me the way I love it.
I indulged in another glass of this cocktail because I could not forget about those sweet moments in between. I wanted to believe that this time I could actually enjoy this drink without the fear of it turning sour once again. But I guess some things never change because I can taste the onset of the sour. I can taste the turning point, but I want to savor these sweet moments for just a little longer. Although the enchanting moments were much longer this time around, I know the end is near for this drink. For a moment, I believed that I could fall in love with this drink once more. Even though I love this drink with all my heart, this drink will never love me back the same. All I have ever wanted was to be enough for such a charismatic cocktail.
At the end of this drink, I am left wondering as to whether I could have done more to savor this drink. But all good cocktail drinks must come to an end. You were so exciting, and I wanted more because you were one of the best drinks I have ever had. I loved all your eccentric tastes and your elegant textures. This cocktail is one of a kind and can never be replaced. I will enjoy this drink till the very last drop. Perhaps you were not the drink I can have for the rest of my life, but you were undoubtedly a delight to have even for a little while. Maybe someday you could be the drink for someone else. I hope that person can appreciate all the idiosyncrasies that make you euphoric. I hope you could be happy with someone else but not be happier. I hope you can make that person happy but not like how you were with me. I am selfish, I know, but I just can’t let you go.
And here we are once again with this hopeless cycle of a fancy cocktail drink.