Cooper doesn't know it yet, but we're soulmates. When I asked to buy him a drink, he said he'd buy me one if his relationship didn't work out. Instead of following through on that promise, he drowns himself in as many bottles of whiskey as he can without giving himself alcohol poisoning. Good thing I'm strong enough to help him work through his grief.He won't give up the liquor, so we compromise with whiskey kisses. They relax him enough to reveal some of the demons he's constantly fighting, and also to show me how much he wants me. Even if he refuses to acknowledge it when he's sober.I'll give him whiskey kisses for the rest of our lives. But if he's ever ready, if he ever trusts me with all his demons, I'll also give him whiskey love.