Explaining simply without a more worldly tone the reason for the empty bottle’s now more musical quality.

I hope that's a typo...withOUT a worldly tone?
she's probably right.
i like to imagine myself as a renaissance man, but more often i look the fool.
either way, her memories are more expressive than mine, more eloquent.
memory is fragile, she cradles hers like a champagne flute.
mine, like a pint glass. occasionally spilled and broken.
and she is right.
i let a girl in.
in fact, i'd been waiting a long time to let her in.
and this could be where i become inspired, expansive, explain the sordid details of my first
*cough*gag*
"true love."
let's not do this here. not now. i'm still not sure what to think.
ferment your rose petals and distill a drop for the last sip of the evening.