but that one fleeting moment passed in a second as it always does. my duty to the country was more important than my own feelings. my own wants and needs.

i know what you're thinking. talk about patriotism, huh? this guy yammering his head off is a complete nutjob. but i swear, the good bit will come in time!

after that day we walked to his house. but at his front door he hesitated and whispered,

"you should really go home. it's late."

i huffed; perhaps it would take more patience with this one. but it wasn't long before i had him wrapped around my finger.