A Passionate Love Letter To Boxed Wine


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I’ve laughed with you. I’ve cried with you. I’ve come to you with a broken heart and with a heart filled with love. From the good times to the bad times, you’ve always, always been by my side. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. As we are. And I know that. We found each other by chance. I was at a party. You were at a party. You came up to me, filled with promise and beauty. From the first taste of your love, I knew: we were meant for each other. We were soulmates.

You’re proven yourself time and time again, and I know that no matter where life takes me, I want you by my side. It doesn’t matter where I go or how long we’re apart, because we’ll always find our way back. I’ll always be back. Because the truth is, you’re the only one for me. The only boxed wine that really gets me. I know I don’t say it enough, and I could never give to you what you’ve given to me, but I need to you to just how much I love you, Franzia.

I love you because you never discriminate. You are fair and good and understanding. As a very financially unstable college student, you never broke my bank account. You never asked too much of me. You allow me to express my classy side while I sip from a glass, but you’re always down for drinking straight from the bag. You have so much patience even while getting slapped around.

I love you because you’re never jealous. Of course there have been others in my life, but I hope that never makes you feel inferior. I may occasionally crack a beer or stir up some fruity mixed drink, but none of them will ever compare to you. Granted, I might have had some good times with the others, but you will always be my favorite. You will always be number one. What I have with them is nowhere near as deep as what I have with you. They were only there for the happy times. The good times. The easy times. My relationship with the others is shallow and weak in comparison to what we have. You aren’t only there for my good days; you’re there when I’m angry and sad. I love that about you. You don’t judge me when I eat an entire block of cheese in one sitting. You don’t judge me while I sob as I watch P.S. I Love You for the twenty-third time in one month. You always remind me that I’m SO MUCH BETTER than that stupid ex-boyfriend who was never actually my boyfriend. You boost my confidence before I go out and you’re there to give me comfort when I curl up in bed with a large box of pizza. You truly do it all.

My mom loves you, my friends love you, and most of all, I just genuinely love the person I am when I’m with you. We’ve made countless memories (some that I can recall, some that I can’t) that I will treasure forever and I know there are so many more to come. I know that through every asshole guy, failed exam, and maxed-out credit card, you’ll be there to comfort me and remind me that everything is going to be okay. And I know that no matter what, I’ll always love you. So once again, thank you for everything you’ve done and cheers to all of the times ahead.


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