Katie Wilson

“One more weekend with Whiskey, and then I’d have to let him go.For good.”
― Kandi Steiner, A Love Letter to Whiskey

“I wanted a real love, a real life, and I had to paint the way to get there. It killed me to let him go, and if I'm being honest I knew I would never let him go completely. A part of him would always live in me, but I wanted that part of me subdued, buried beneath a brighter version of myself who could move on and live her life.”
― Kandi Steiner, A Love Letter to Whiskey

“I felt an ending in that kiss. It was a period, a punctuation mark, and at the time I thought it was the end of the chapter. But later, I would mark it as the end of it all, the end of my addiction, my last taste of whiskey, my final dance with fire.”
― Kandi Steiner, A Love Letter to Whiskey

“Turned out I had a rare, deliciously aged bottle of whiskey in my grip, but I slip it through my slick fingers and crash to the floor.
And I wasn't the one allowed to pick up the pieces.”
― Kandi Steiner, A Love Letter to Whiskey