Look at me, I know how it feels. Always on guard, no one you can confide in. There’s alone, and then there’s you. I get it. I also know that you have been abused and ignored, you have no family. You have no friends, and you gave yourself to the Marines, and then to me – and now you have a purpose, and it is noble, but it can’t make you feel loved. It can’t make you feel wanted, and people need that. She made you feel that, and I’m glad, but don’t delude yourself into thinking she’s in love with you. You’re her last hurrah before she assumes the role of baby-maker and baby-raiser.

Joe