Somehow he makes me feel like I am the only person in the room.

We usually are.

We talk about things that others do not care about.

We have conversations that last what seems like minutes but are actually several hours.

He's sharp, but smooth. He's taunting, but kind.

He's everything I need.

But what the heart wants, the political career can't have.

And with a single tear, he kissed his future goodbye.

There was nothing left for him.

He stepped from the stool as a final farewell slipped from his lips.

"Goodbye world"

Suspended spinning ensued.

The satisfying aroma lifts me from my chambers, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I breathe it in before taking a sip.

I let the warm, thick liquid rush through my body.

I smile. I finish it off, and decide to pour another.