There was a time when this lager was all mine, and the person sitting across from me was a nameless face. There was a time when I was me, and you were you. There was a time when you pursued me, and I considered sharing my lager with you.
Let’s not get too serious here.
I’ve never been good at sharing my happy hours.
But for you, I will eagerly save you a seat at my table.
For you. I will fight, for you.
I will pursue your love. I will, for you.