I can not live like this. Wanting you. NEEDING you! But unable to have you.



I'm afraid I must insist we cease this charade.



I beg your forgiveness. I'm sorry to have made you wait in that hell-hole for so long. Waiting for the summons to my side that never came.



Fly free my little love bird. Fly up and out of that filth.



I wish that I could have you, and the thought of another man getting to have you, breaks my heart.



But I'd rather you were set free, than waiting eternally for me. I'm growing tired of this burden of mine. This toiling away for humanity, building a new world for mankind. I'm not even sure they will appreciate all the efforts I am making for them. But it is a burden I shall continue to carry, because someone must. And I am a man of responsibility,



Good luck my love-bird. Fly free and be happy!



Your's truly,



Burke