The bar was more crowded than Rafe had been expecting. Who knew there were so many people eager to drown their problems in alcohol on a Wednesday night. The brunette seated across the bar had steadily been getting closer to him the more she drank, and he was hoping she wouldn’t find the liquid courage to approach him.

That was a new thought for him. He’d been all too eager to lose himself in strangers lately. Thinking he could forget you with someone else. But even intertwined with someone else, you haunted him. He just ended up feeling more and more empty after every encounter. He hated it.

you know it’s her or nothing

The bartender slides another glass of Kentucky bourbon Rafe’s way. Rafe fumbles in his wallet for cash, the photo of you he hadn’t been able to remove, falls onto the counter.

“Gorgeous girl” the bartender comments, causing that familiar, bitter jealousy to curl inside Rafe. He snatches the photo up, not wanting the bartender’s beady eyes on you. You were his. His girl. The smile you wore in the photo was for his eyes only.

but you feel her everywhere, she is the love of your life

Staring at your smiling face, he wonders what you’re doing. If it’s possible that wherever you are, you’re thinking about him the way he’s thinking of you. The way he always thinks of you. If anyone had told him a year ago that he’d be sitting in a bar alone, hung up on his ex, he’d have told them they were crazy. That would’ve seemed completely pathetic to him. Hell, you would’ve told him he was pathetic for it.

A small smile stretches his lips, as he thinks of how you’d tease him for still being so hung up on you. He missed your smart mouth. You had a way of cutting through all his bullshit, it was one of the things he loved most about you.

Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone. He’s dialing the number he still remembers by heart before he can change his mind. He doesn’t know if you’ll pick up, isn’t even sure of what he’ll say if you do.