I got sober very young, just over a decade ago. I had let red wine bubble over me, erase me, eradicate my beautiful youth. I got better, though. I fell in love. I got better because I fell in love. Most recovery programs will tell you that falling in love is a mistake when you’re trying to get sober, that you must be an unwavering tower of self, and don’t let anything chisel away what’s already fragile, crumbling porcelain.
I fell in love anyway (as if I could help it). It was that love that vaporized my fear, my chemical longing. True Love intoxicates and elevates like alcohol can’t. It fills your heart with thick red blood; it only gives and never takes away. With true love you don’t need anything else but skin, fingertips, and a joined synchronous rhythm that cancels everything else out.