A Drink to Forget About Him

I pour drinks at a cozy corner bar, where everyone comes seeking solace in their cups. Tonight, more than usual, I find myself pouring an extra shot into glasses for the regulars and even strangers who seem lost like me. It's not just about serving; it feels like offering a part of my own heart. A few months ago, this guy walked through our doors, charming, with dimples that could light up a room. We clicked instantly, but as quickly as he appeared, life took him away again. Lately, I've noticed how every customer's laugh reminds me of him and triggers an unexplained sadness. Is it normal to still feel this way? What should I do when the bar is the only place where I can pretend everything's okay?