The longer I sat there, the more I drank.

The more I drank, the more bitter I became.

By the third bottle of cheap beer, I was livid. How could you not be here?

By the fifth, I was a mess, crying on the table not caring that everyone in the place was looking at me like I had lost my mind. I had always known you were too good to be true. How could someone like you, who is so bright and full of sunshine, ever fall for a gloomy little rain cloud like me?

Maybe you had finally realized you were too good for me.