Her Christmas Soldier

I don't do forever. I don't do Christmas. And I definitely don't do emotions. I was a foster child that never had a home, never celebrated a birthday and never felt loved. So when my troops get a Christmas tin full of cookies, I send a thank you email. That's what you're supposed to do when you get a gift, right?But before I know it, I'm writing back and forth with a sweet, young woman that has hearts in her eyes. I wish I could give her what she wants, but I know that's not me.
She's too young and too happy for the likes of me. She's better off without me and I'm better off alone. That is, until she shows up at my door and gives me a glimpse of what I've been missing. I can be her Christmas Soldier. but now I'm wondering how I'm going to let her go.