It all starts here. Right now. Who would have thought that on a bus ride home I'd meet the girl of my dreams. She stands at 5'3 with blond hair that falls to her back. I can just imagine her coming home from work and saying " Adam, I'm home". But it leaves me with the choice of a lifetime. Re-deploy or follow my dreams with her. Charlotte. Or as she insists, Charlie. I'm a 26 year old veteran. My life is the army, but I think I might want her to be my life more. I saw him when he walked onto the bus in all his uniform glory, but that's not what caught my eye. What caught my eye was the way he held himself, he walked with his head held high like the world doesn't scare him. I'm not sure what I feel but I know it's not normal. But I can't get attached to him. I don't do attachment, attachment is not my thing. I like to fly solo.