Okay, that's a lie. It was her. Since her the women in my life lasted one night, most the time not even the whole night. Couldn't put myself out there to be hurt again. Too hard putting myself back together.
Started remembering stuff about my past, was still dealing pretty heavily with all of it too. But this wasn't about me, it was about her. Feelings don't die. Not for me. Don't matter how much space is put between me and something I care about. She didn't feel the same and I'd learn to live with it.
I walked in the bar and sat down, waiting for her. This was going to be interesting, if nothing else.