Love is intoxicating

Previously

…The elders spoke of love, their voices soft with the wisdom of years, as a force that could move mountains, that could paint the world in shades unseen. But for me, it remained an abstract concept, a beautiful painting behind a glass I couldn’t shatter. Attraction, yes, I understood that. The flush of a cheek, the lingering gaze, the playful banter – these were tangible, accessible. But love? It was a whispered legend, a myth I was yet to encounter. My days were spent tending to the small vineyard my family had passed down through generations. The soil was familiar beneath my hands, the vines a