What’s his name?
We see you over there, standing in the corner with your face pressed to your phone. The light illuminates the black tears dripping down, your eyelashes clumping up so much you know when they fall out you’ll have a million wishes to make.Your hand is quivering, clasping a glass in your hand while the straw shakes around and makes a tiny clinking noise.
Everyone’s thinking it. Great, there’s a girl crying at the bar.
Maybe you were having a completely normal night or maybe you woke up and found a fly in your toast, proving the worst day ever was ahead.
Did you see him? Standing over there?
Was it a text? A call? A comment? A thought?
It’s crazy that you can be standing in the middle of a bar, surrounded by dozens of people, and the only thing that seems to matter is the one guy stuck in the jumble of vodka Red Bulls and rainbows of body-con dresses.
We all get it, even if no one admits it.
To stand there, crunching on an ice cube and wish heartbreak didn’t exist. Is it hot in here? It’s hot in here, right? I’m not crazy?! We’ve all turned to our friend in a frazzled kind of manner, insisting the only thing you can think to say, “I’m just so done."
But you’re not done, and you shouldn't be done.
You wake up the next day, your breath feeling sticky and ears ringing.
"What happened last night?"
"You cried at the bar.”
It seems pathetic. Some people may look at this sobbing girl and sneer or laugh. And sure, it can be embarrassing, we all get that. Life’s embarrassing, OK? We’re just the people stumbling through all the tricks and loopholes trying to look graceful.
But that girl woke up today, and told herself to try to have fun. Whether or not she wanted to, she got ready. She curled her hair, she put on lipstick and a pretty shirt. When you see her crying on that barstool, you know she realized then and there she couldn't try anymore.
Seems to me like we’ve all shed some tears out in public, and if not, at some point or another it’s going to happen. Sometimes we’re fragile, sometimes we’re unhappy. Try not to judge too harshly. Give her a smile, and say it’s gonna be OK. Healing a heartbreak takes more than a night out at the bar. It takes a little support, even if it’s from a stranger.
So, I’m gonna ask again.
What’s his name?
