As I walk down the street, heading for the Life Café, a well known feeling over comes me.

It's something between regret, happiness and a bad premonition.

I mean, it's not the first time this happened.

Maureen had a fight with Joanne, feels bad, lets me comfort her and in the end.........

Well, in the end I wake up beside her and feel like everything's back to normal and then she goes home, makes up with Joanne and we agree on pretending it never happened.

This time I don't want to wait till she tells me this. I'll just try to forget it. Now.

I nearly walk past the back-door of the Café.

I'm tired. And I want Maureen. I miss her. Really. I don't know if it's true love, but it definitely is love!

I was so used to her being around and even if she sometimes got on my nerves or hurt me, I didn't want her to leave.

I still remember how she told me.

We had just been out with the others and she was probably a little drunk.

We were in here room, cause I told her it might be better if I put her to bed.

She was so sweet. I laid her down on her back and she caught hold of my neck, not letting me get up again. She wanted to kiss me and I told her she was smelling like a bottle of rum and she giggled, pulling me onto the bed. She then let me rest my head on her belly and stroked it, while she calmed down and became a bit more serious.

She then asked me whether I loved her and as I said yes, she told me she'd love me too, but there was someone else and I shouldn't be mad at her.

I was, but I didn't show her. She was always flirty, but she had always promised me it wasn't more than that.

She had then smiled at me weakly, telling me I didn't have to 'pretend to be brave'.

I had shook my head and left to sleep in my own room.

Then, in the middle of the night she had cuddled against me from behind and whispered such sweet things in my ear, telling me she wanted to remain friends with me and loved me and in that moment I thought she might stay with me.

The next morning she was gone.

"Hey, Mark you're late!"

"I know. I'm sorry.........", I say startled, casting an excusing look at my boss.

"I'm not paying you for this 'Mr. Cohen'!"

"I know.", I repeat irritated.

I really don't need even more trouble.

"Well then move your ass and get to work!", he says in a loud voice.

I nod and walk past him, rolling my eyes as I do so.