I thought our love was meant to last a lifetime.
When I was thirteen I met a boy.
At eighteen I knew I would spend forever with him.
At twenty-two our forever was even closer than before.
Then at twenty-four our forever was cut short.
Two years later I'm starting over.
I never thought it would be with my student's father.
She walked into my bar on a Tuesday night.
I saw a woman that was about to crack.
When the floodgates opened, I realized I just wanted to make her smile.
Even if it was only for one night.
In a weird twist of fate she turns out to be my son's teacher.
We play a delicate game of push and pull.
Do we wait until I'm no longer his son's teacher?
Or do we cross the line?