It's been an unusual February. There has been roses in the house. First pink, then yellow...and then the red ones arrived...and I think, "I must re-clarify my feelings." It's a delicate process to do it via email from across the world. I know that I've added happiness to his life again. And it's given him a purpose and a focus other than the war, the bodies he sews up and the jets taking off every night. But it's an illusion. I need to state my feelings again. I can't be his focus. I once was, long ago. As he said, I got him through SF. But I don't love him anymore. I never will. I was a kid then.
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