Jack to his daughter

My Dearest G,

     Your mother tells me you have found a potential someone. A young man, I gather, though you know how your mother is about “labels.” Personally, I cannot see you with a woman anyway; they would slow you down with the gentle dispositions you were never afflicted with.

Oh my dove, how you used to scoff at your mother’s and my monogamy.

     “That is no way to live,” you would declare. “There is no one person I could love more than I love living. How many loves are lost because of unnecessary monogamy.”

     I supposed this would have been an awkward conversation for most fathers with their teenage daughters, but for us it was purely spirited debate. It’s not like your mother had the temperament to speak of carnal things with you. She is so free, a flighty little leaf in the wind. 

     I asked her to talk with you and she told me, “Oh mon amour, mon beau, love comes and goes. What we have is special; let Genevieve explore. La corps veut ce que la corps veut, just like the heart. No words can stop that. Mayhap she will find a love as ours, but until then, let her live the way you know she will. She is your daughter after all.” There you have it, my dove: your mother would have you be a whore. But I jest of course, she was right.

     However, I hope you find someone who can give you more love than even your passionate heart can hold, my little imp. You will understand then.

With all my heart,

J, Dad.