Drinks and Disappointment

I used to think my bartending job was just about pouring drinks and listening to stories. But lately, I've been seeing it as a place where people hide their sadness in alcohol. I’ve had this one regular who always comes in looking lost. We started talking more over time, and somehow... we ended up together. It wasn't just the loneliness; there was something about holding each other after shifts that felt right. But now she’s gone, and all I have is an empty bar stool where she used to sit. Did it really feel like love, or was it just a distraction from our pain? Shouldn’t we have known better?