I have a kindred friend...

What can I say..when I feel blue I have my very own Jax to commiserate with. We simply uncork a nice bottle of Pinot Noir with a dusty vintage and exchange woe stories. This time, I have walked away from my beau. He is a kind man, but we lacked the chemistry and the passion. He is a Savignon Blanc that has not been cradled in the wine cellar and has young grapes that are not ready to ripen. I am a vintage Merlot that has experience the dank darkness and breathed well in the company of daylight. He has moved on and although I am happy for him, a part of me wonders if he is only grasping for something knowing that he does not want to spend the rest of his days alone. Sad to see that there are those who relies on stability to keep them grounded. I cannot fault him for it. I am on a different plane and I find independence exhilirating. So, tonight I sit with my dearest friend and we share in the many wonderful bottles of vin and know that everything will be grand tomorrow. For tonight, we celebrate understanding and growth. It's nice to have that one person who knows everything about you and does not judge. That's why my wallowing is best done with the company who understands me better than I do myself....