Sitting silently sipping my coffee in my corner in a coffee shop in Alabama I ponder the mysterious fluid flowing down my throat and wonder to myself, were we truly meant to be together or was this betrayal just another destiny set upon me. The searing pain on my tongue biting and tearing its way down my throat and as the tears well up in my eyes unbidden and unstoppable as I suppress my natural urge to scream. I treat this place I’m sitting in like a temple or a library yet even more sanctified than any holy shrine on this earth; therefore, I will not scream.