You have read about my frustrations and you knew what I was talking about. At first you helped, by doing and giving the things that I wanted… that I needed. But in the end, you could not give everything that I needed. You could not be mine and I could not be yours. You never could belong to me, for you will always belong to her; Ms A. But I can’t say that I’m not thankful, because I am. For you gave me a glimpse at what I want and need in mines. You are not the first that could not help me whole-heartedly with my frustration and you will not be the last. I have found the answer to my question; you are not that man, nor can you be that man.