I can see

The look in his eyes tell me something that she will not tell me, something she is unwilling to accept herself, the thing she does not know that I know. I saw this come much earlier and forgot about it, but it comes back to me in a strange way at a time when I am not liking it for some reason which, if I probe any further, will make this night a very long one. All I know is I can sense that familiar craving for alcohol to numb my senses and forget it while I sleep in this dark night's lap.

17 days hence, she will stand at a point where she will think hard about awhat will probably be one of the most important decision of her life. She will do what is right and this I already know. This whole prediction deal seems crazy for anyone who is not me and while one part of me is hoping it turns false the other part in me cannot understand why I shouldn't be happy for her instead; it tells me to pray for her. And so I do that too.

I have done my job by leaving an evidence of what is to come before it does. Only Time will tell if my fears and prayers are true.

God bless you. God bless us all.