But guess what comes? It was not a sauvignon blanc, it was a pinot grigio! I don’t like pinot grigio. I look at the young waitress who had messed up my order and she is grinning and having a ball with her colleagues.
A month ago I had the unfortunate displeasure of breaking up with a friend. Not a lover but a friend in the platonic sense. It hurt me that what was once a beautiful, committed, unconditional friendship with someone I still like had to end. Unfortunately, not all friendships are meant to last forever.