There was a girl in the bar with her heart on fire -- the best thing he had ever seen and she loved him until another girl's flashy smile and short skirt walked by. His eyes followed deep curves and he forgot her.

I guess this happens every day -- a thousand I love Yous dying on her face.

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Just me and my glass of wine sitting here near midnight in early March remembering her glassy eyes, swollen cherry lips, and dead hope in her heart.