HE'S BEEN HAVING DOUBTS FOR A COUPLE DAYS. I HAD NO IDEA. LONG STORY SHORT, HE'S OUT PARTYING AND I'M IN LUCAS' HALLWAY, WAITING FOR THE GUY HE'S WITH...TO BE DONE AND LEAVE. I FEEL LIKE SHIT. I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW. I FEEL REALLY SAD. I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO SEE HIM TONIGHT BUT I FELT LIKE IT WOULD REVEAL WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. I KNOW NOW. WHY HAVE I EVEN CONSIDERED HAVING A BOYFRIEND? HOW STUPID CAN ONE BE? AS IF WHAT HAPPENED WITH MICHAEL WASN'T ENOUGH TO COMFORT ME IN THE IDEA THAT. It didn’t matter if it was St. Louis, Missouri, or London, England, or Rhein-Main airbase in Germany. USO volunteers made the best coffee in the world.He’d had to take a break because listening to the agonizing drivel as the lawyers danced and sparred in the courtroom was enough to make a sane man convinced the entire world was crazy. The latest thing had been going on all morning. It concerned the sworn statement of somebody named Clayton Kolde, which somehow had to do with the probable cause. Without wasting a minute, I climbed on the bus with just a bag on my back. I was alloted an upper single sleeper cabin which I occupied in no time! It was quite spacious and cozy, I opened the window a little as soon as the bus started to move. Dim street light was moving on my face and rainy winds made cabin cold in no time. I peeked inside The bus opening my cabin shutter, it was dark in there and most of the shutters(infact all of them) were down already. Conductor was busy adjusting his. So naturally, with every exchange. The ease of our communication with each other is obvious, and it’s always been that way. I let you get changed from your work clothes, and place our food on the table. I pour you your favorite drink, and we both sit and eat together...so small of a detail, and one that most take for granted. The candlelight flickers beautifully in your dark eyes, and I'm almost hypnotized by the sight of the burning flame.Tonight is special, in every way. So rare, that we get.