I drank as I reminisced about the night that had passed a week before. At the same bar, I met this mysterious man. I sat at the same place, waiting. Waiting and hoping, he would appear once more.
But he left for five years, until suddenly, he appeared once again at the place we met. At the bar.
Maybe a drink will solve my troubles. A strong and bitter drink to purge my heart.
Loving him means losing my family, my wife, and my kids. However, loving him is like gaining my wings.
Can I be truthful to my heart?
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