Just imagine that a man you are utterly and completely in love with, doesn't exist. Now, imagine that you hear a crash in your bathroom and that man is standing right there, staring at you. He didn't even exist. He was a fictional author of a book about beasts. He was an odd, quiet, and self kept man that was even mo...
I knew this man. He came into my bar every single night, ordering one shot of our finest. He would down the shot and then just look at me, and he would start talking. Talking about her. Talking about how horrible she was to him. I loved him. Everything about him. Too bad he was with her. --
