No one prepares you for the silent nights which were once filled with laughter and nonstop talks of any and everything that happened within the last 24 hours with the one person who truly, genuinely, longs for and wants to hear about it, but life. It happens, and not always in a way that we'd like it to. Lonely nights are better spent wrapped in the cashmere sweater Aunt V gifted me my freshman year in college. She said I'd probably need it one day, but that she hoped I'd never understand what she meant by that. I had clear instructions to keep it tucked away for the moment when.
The warmth from the oversized sweater felt like the hug I'd been desperately missing. It still had the faint smell of tuberose, cocoa and vanilla bean as if it were poured in a mug mixed with warm milk; like a nightcap for hearts that hurt and weep.
A remedy for what once was, one sip of this elixir immediately makes your heart smile. Reminiscent of times that leave you excited for what's next, and totally devoid of longing for things, or people, from your past. Everyone needs a little Milk and Mirth... you know, for moments when.