It’s hard for me to guide you, because I’m the one who wants you. But to honor you I am willing to guide you, but it means I can no longer want you. For better or for worse, I’ll always sacrifice what I want in the service of someone else. In a way, it has become my penitence, my prison. I think I’m just hoping that one day, there will come a time when I won’t have to, and two people can be happy at once. I just really want what’s mine. But I’m depending on what’s mine to be strong enough to convince me of it, because otherwise, how will I know him from the rest?