I would sit behind an apartment window viewing a city's busy night. With a glass of wine or any alcohol, I would drink to temporarily mend the pain. In seclusion, the speakers play some jazz blues to occupy the silence. I would sit there knowing that couples' pinnacle of love and happiness were being created and left every minute in the world before my eyes. I know that the person who I love is beside a lucky other and the only thing I could do is imagine what it would be if they were mine. With that, I would fall asleep and wake up to stale tears on my cheeks.
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