Do men cry? Is it permissible for a man to express his emotions; sadness, joy, love, or hate? What makes a man? In my pursuit of Truth, I learned to question; to satisfy the compulsion to know Love. Can a man love true?

I was a cruel soldier; uncaring, unfeeling, to the wiles of emotion, shutting out the very essence that made me human, destroying the inner being that was fostered by the love of family and friends. For, how can a man who is loved, become so violent?

Unless, he tears off the very membrane that is his heart, never loving, never hating; neutralizing repelling that which defines his inner self secluding in a wisp of self confinement within the isolation of an empty and cold room that was my heart, locked away from Love. I did this to myself in leaving love behind for I had nothing and no one to believe in.

In my childhood, I’ve had several loves. In making this confession, I do not pretend to boast that I’ve had several sexual encounters, but rather, I’ve had many friends, who my heart had been entrenched with to whom I am still faithful, for if I were not, love would be untrue and I have promised them that I would love them forever as I did her.

In my heart I learned that hate is wrong as fear lies underneath. How could I have feared love unless it led to another broken heart? How much more could I have had endured when I had pieces of a broken mirror reflecting the sorrow, my heart epitomized. I was empty, cold, and void of emotion. I loved when I was a child but when I grew up I believed I had to put away those childish things...