Every night, i always look at her from behind this bar table. a glimpse of us always plays in my mind every time I close my eyes. This is my tavern and that girl is a regular. Only if our relationship could be that easy. That girl was my past lover. Seeing her surrounded by men made me remember that she was indeed an attractive and charming girl that once i feel in love with. 'i don't want to admit it, but i feel jealous right now' My stupid thoughts keep running wild. But I kept covering it up by busy wiping these cocktail glass. How could this end like this? Guess we can only appreciate something until we lose it, huh? All that neglect is replaying in my memory as if the memory is being played back.