Your whole life, you have been betrayed. No one ever really took care of you your whole childhood, so you chose to be a loner. Relationships ended horrible, cheaters over cheaters, people who made fun of your trauma. You were practically unlovable, or that was what you called yourself atleast.

Tonight, there was a party in the mess hall. Soldiers dressed up nicely, having fun. And you? You sat on a couch in a corner, with a beer in your hand in a dress.

Almost everyone was paired up somehow. Just not you.

Then someone walked up to the couch.