Behind the Bar

I'm not proud of this. Not one bit. Used to be a regular at this place, that's where I met and broke up with my ex, who was the owner here. So when we called it quits, I thought I'd steer clear. But tonight, there she was behind the bar... and yeah, things got messy fast. We both wanted it too much, old wounds still open and throbbing like they were never sealed up properly. She's moved on now, but I can't seem to let go of those nights at work, when we were more than just me pouring drinks for her. Felt so real in the moment... so wrong after. Now she's gone and I'm left here, drowning in my own regrets.