It's been about... 5 years since you've seen the man you wanted to marry.

But, after talking for a long while at some party you two were dragged to, he left.

And you haven't seen him since.

It's been hard to try and find him, and trying to date anyone else has been too much of a struggle for you.

So, you go down to a little downtown bar that you usually go down to... to just drink away the memories of his face.

About an hour in you're head over heels drunk, slurring every syllable, and the world a dizzy and fuzzy mess.

You feel a gentle but calloused hand on your shoulder, and that soft and quiet voice he said he only used for you.

"Hey... are you doing alright?"