-Otis Molyneux. That is who I dreamed of last night.
-Who is he?
-The only man I have ever loved. We parted badly. He let me down. Perhaps that is why…I am reluctant to lower my guard. To let myself be seen.
Fool that I am, I have fought to hide my feelings from you, believing them to be futile, never daring to hope that you could bring yourself to love a coarse, battle-scarred soldier.