Be a Wind-Chasing Wing, Not a Bird That Looks Back

The day my buddy came back from overseas, he got himself drunk over his first love. "It's been three years, and I still can't forget her." "But she's getting married next week. Tell me, should I steal her back?" He said it to me, but his eyes drifted over to my girlfriend beside me. Leona swirled her glass like it was nothing, but the hand resting on her knee was clenched tight.