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The man sits at the bar sipping slowly on his drink. He does it every night. Comes in around seven always with a slight frown on his face. He always orders the same thing.
"What can I get you tonight?" James asks the man.
"Same as usual, you pick." The man says in a hushed voice.
James just sighs at the man as he turns to find him a suitable drink. A young woman approaches the man. She's young, 24 at most, with beautiful brunette hair just past her shoulders, beautiful hazel eyes, a scent filled with her intentions, but a small smile that hid her real desires.She had been here several times before and had seen the same scene play out before her many times before. She was finally ready to find out what it was all about.
"What could make a man as young as you seem like he'd already lived his life?"
"Getting straight to the point, are we?"
"I've seen you in here so many nights doing the same thing over and over. You order the same way every time having
the bartender get you whatever drink he pleases. Why? You never get more than one and you sip on the drink till
midnight still only finishing half of it. There's so much more than that. I could even show you." She finishes batting her eyes.
The man chuckles quietly.
"I let James here choose my drink every night because he's been working here a long time and knows all the best drinks and mixes, ones I couldn't hope to have imagined mixing." The man chuckled at the idea of all the drinks.
"I only drink half of the drink because the other half belongs to the half of me. She always had a problem controlling her drinking." He stared off in space as a smile slowly crept across his face and his eyes closed slowly. He took a moment and slowly lowered his head back down the smile slowly fading into a familiar frown. Looking back to the girl he said: "I'm not looking to learn anymore of this life, sweetheart. Don't look to fix me; I've already been perfect before. I'll buy you a drink and tell you something good though." He motioned
James to get her something.
"Do me a favor. There's a man in this bar who doesn't belong here he's out of his element and unsure what to do. He's still trying to figure out what made him come tonight and what made him think it would be 'OK'." The man
man stops for a sip of his drink.
"He's not someone you would normally look for or even see. Do me a favor though and go speak to him. Be accepting that most of the things he will say tonight he will not mean or even understand why he says them. Ask him out at another time, ask him if there's somewhere he has in mind. Meet him in his element. Listen to his story and tell him yours. It will come easy. He'll ask you for somewhere this time. Take a chance. Take him to where you go to find yourself. He will tread lightly and ask if it's "okay?" Assure him that it is. He will bear his heart to you and he will be as gentle with yours as the first time a mother holds her child." The man took another sip of
his drink as hot tears rolled down his face.
"Let me tell you, you won't find what you're looking for here. Chasing what you've always chased. Looking for someone to be exactly who you want, when and where you want them. They will never be the person you want, where you want them, or when you want them. They will be who you need, where you need them, and when you need them. You've been looking in all the wrong places for all the wrong people. So tonight, do me a favor, take a chance."
He sighed looking down to his drink wondering if he'd done anything at all. He feels a hand wipe the tears from his cheek. He looks at the young woman with her piercing hazel eyes and tears rolling down her face; she whispers "Thank you" and she walks away to find her happy life. The man leaves to return home early. He sits in the silence and dim lighting. Slowly sobbing to himself he mutters: "I'm so sorry. I told I would never make another woman cry." He closed his eyes feeling a hand on his cheek. He could see her; a beautiful young woman, 24 years old, with gorgeous brunette hair that fell perfectly around her shoulders. She has eyes of limpid pools of green and smelled of lilacs. Her smile could pierce the darkest days with a comfort and safety that could be matched by nothing. She whispered to the man "It's okay. This time she was crying because of us. I will always be part of you and I will always love you" The man lays back into his bed and slowly sobs himself to sleep, curled as though he was trying to hold on to someone.