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?