Helena, what exactly are you saying…I really don’t understand?  Yes, of course I love you.  No, I don’t love her anymore…I mean yes I love her, but I’m not in-love with her and that is a huge difference…she’s the mother of my child, but that’s it, I’m not in-love with her anymore.  That time has passed and will not come again – of that, I can assure you!  What exactly did she say to you?  Helena, please look at me.  Bette uses her index finger to turn Helena’s face toward her impassioned brown eyes…Listen to me…I don’t care what she wants, that is not going to happen – we…me and Tina are no more, and will never be…we co-parent, and will never, not-never have an intimate, emotional, or romantic relationship.  

Helena, you…you are so different.  You are more than I ever thought possible, the way you make me feel when you walk into a room, how passionate you love and give…I can’t wait to wake up to you and to get back home to you…I love you,  not because I should…I can’t help it…it’s who you are…I can’t find the words to tell you how you make me feel.  I have never felt as loved, appreciated, and desired as when I’m with you.  As much as I love, sometimes I stand in wonder that you chose me…you could have picked anyone, but you – the beautiful, intelligent, wildly charismatic, artistic, loving woman that you are chose me, so I will forever honor you…or as long as you allow me to.  Please, don’t ever question how I feel, I will not hurt you – intentionally or unintentionally.  I don’t know how else to explain it to you…but I love you completely.  There is no one for me, but you.  

Bette, I love you so much.  Helena pauses and casts a downward stare, and begins again…Bette, I love you so much that it hurts.  I’ve loved others, but never felt that someone loved me completely.  But you Bette Porter, I don’t want anything to ruin what I have with you, so I beg that you pardon my insecurity.  You have such a history with her, and we are so new that I was afraid…I know you love me – I have NO doubts, but my heart has been broken, and I fear that it would be an excruciating process to recover from a love of one Ms. Bette Porter…these past few days have been crazy, and I don’t want to experience that anyone.  Bette, I’ve held my heart tightly because I often gave it too freely and this time I wanted to be certain…certain that my love was not in vain…and now I know…you have removed all doubt.