Can we be teammates?  Allies in this world of landmines and quicksand.  Objects of affection, admiration, love.  Enemies in ideology, but game for the battle.  Forgivable, forgiving, gun slingers of the same tribe.  Be my backbone.  I’ll be your light at the end of the tunnel, if you promise to hold my hand.  Be my eyes through storms.  I will be your ears amongst chaos.  Be my lover, be my family – but at all costs, be you.