New People Always Say The Same Thing, Don't We?
But you know how people are when they're new to this.
He's the most perfect creature for me I've ever met. Of course, that's what we say, isn't that right? Can I describe the protection I feel under his arm? Like night settling down on a horizon, pink and gold, like a quilt settling in on a well worn arm.
I waited almost a year before I let it get so far, this far. Forum far. His affection kept burning strong like a light, like a beacon. I don't know if I have that kind of strength.
He lives with his girl, Primary relationship, I think it's called. And she is; we respect that. When I'm with him, I'm ok with it. But I'm younger, I'm prettier at the moment. But these things fade like newsprint. What do I do when some young blog comes along?
But alone, with just us, he's the man I want to see over my morning coffee. He's the man I want my New York Times puzzle with, my hot cakes with. We could be so sublimely happy, you see. haha, maybe.
Proust said the best marriages have infidelity hovering over them like a threat. But with polyamory, it's not a threat, it's a promise.
Do y'all ever get that with this? That morning coffee?
I never bore much truck with marriage till I knew it would never happen with the one man who made me want it. Funny how that works out, eh? I'll lose it all in ten years when I'm no longer the visceral 23 year old; some other will take my place.
Anyway, this is going on a minute too long. Thank you all for your work in this field. It's a last hope for a lot of people, and if you know something I don't, please let me know. Troll if you want to. Take care.