I only went to the damned bar because my best friend pressured me into it. Outside of a few one night stands, I hadn't even tried to have a relationship since my husband passed away. At the bar, I was just about to leave when a man approached me. Something about his demeanor appealed to me and I figured another one night stand would work. He surprised me, though.
In the parking lot, he just held me and I wept in his arms. He'd lost his wife just like I'd lost my husband. He knew what it meant and he was more than just a one-nighter. We met the next day and we made love.
Love. I could still have it.