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hearing my bitch ass drone on about Amber since the day we met.
    "So, how did it go in here? We saw her tear out of the parking lot and Holly is a little worried. Did you find out why she up and left before?"
    "Oh, I found out all right. It was all over a stupid fucking misunderstanding brought on by a skanky bitch. It could have all been avoided if she would have just talked to me before she left." Paul is quiet for a minute after I finish. I can tell he is processing both sides before he speaks. He is great when you need advice. He won't tell you what he thinks you want to hear. He tells you what he thinks and even though I don't always like it, he’s usually right.
    "Do you still love her?" he asks, even though he already knows my answer.
    "Yes, I do. I wasn't really sure before, but I was the second I saw her again."
    "Think about this then, what if you walked in her house and saw what she saw? Some dude naked in her bed? Would you really want to face her to hear some bullshit apology or excuse that would surely follow? Plus, she was only eighteen. Hard to handle something maturely when you aren’t really mature yet."
    "No way. I wouldn't have just left the state without talking to her, or at least beating the shit out of the guy."
    "What about the time you went to find her in Atlanta and left without talking to her?"
    "That was different. The guy was proposing to her. She said yes. She looked happy. Oh God, I never thought about him. What if they got married? Is he here with her?"
    “Relax, dude, that's why she came back. Holly said she never married him. She came home and found him in bed with another chick. So, she left his sorry ass and came back here."
    "So, all I have to do is figure out how to get her to fall in love with me again." Maybe I would get lucky and she had never stopped loving me. One could hope.
    "Good luck with that. Right now, though, we have some music to play." With a slap on the shoulder, we headed out to play our set.
    Being on stage, playing music, always relaxes me and helps me clear my head for a while. While I was in L.A., I realized really fast that I didn't want the life of a famous rock star. I never really did. After I met Paul and we formed Bleeding Hearts, we found Marcus and Angel. We played around L.A. for three years and were starting to get pretty well-known. Even that early on. I didn't like who I was becoming. The other guys felt the same way. I wanted to come back to Oakville and the guys came with me. My dream was always a place like KC's. Amber and I used to talk about opening a place like it all the time. I’m surprised Amber never realized this place was mine. The most obvious hint is the name being my initials. The color scheme for the place are her favorite colors, purple and black. Amber worked here back when the place was The Shack. Our first date was here. Shit, the booth that has "Kyle luvs Amber" carved into it is still in the back corner. I was thrilled when I came back and saw it up for sale. I bought the place a week later and started the renovations.
    It was then that I decided I needed to find her and get her back. Even though I had no idea as to why she left, I didn't care. I was willing to fight for her. I went to see Amber’s grandmother and begged for her to tell me where she was. She told me that she believed we belonged together. She thought we had already been apart for too long and gave me her address. Two days before I was supposed to leave, we found out my mom had breast cancer. My trip was put on hold until my mom was healthy again. I was afraid to leave her, plus, I just opened the bar. Then, my father passed away. By the time it seemed right to go to find Amber, two more damn years had gone by. A little over a year ago, I finally got in my car and headed to Atlanta. I had to do something. She may not want me, but I could finally stop wondering. At the very least, I would have the chance to ask her why she left in the first place. I had a million