He left me! Oh gosh. I guess that’s what I should have expected. Why did a relationship that lasted three months feel like three years? My mum told me to get over it and find someone new. She said there were thousands, if not millions of people, waiting for love.

I drank my heart out one night, in a bar out in a dark alley. I met a guy who ordered apple juice. What a strange man he was, ordering apple juice at a bar.

He introduced himself as Harry, a man with wealthy parents, and five younger siblings. He claimed to not want money. He only wanted a girl to hold for eternity.

My mother laughed when she heard me story, and asked if I was drunk. I shook my head while nodding. “I was drunk but I know it’s true.” I left the part out where we were going to meet at that bar next Sunday.