Carl and I are like Will and Alicia. If that rings a bell, sit down and talk to me in hushed tones, away from anyone we might know. If that doesn't, you probably don't have a television. You probably don't know what shame is, what it feels like, like those children who are able to touch live burners or molten metals, welding tools, all filmed by '20/20' for a later broadcast.
We have a torrid, stupid love. I look at him with awe - how could I have known what joy he'd bring into my tepid life? How could I have prepared myself for the sight of him, every morning? I've started wearing mascara. I think he notices, and responds accordingly. RISE UP AND SALUTE, SOLDIER.