In a living situation, I’ll want my own room, and for each of my loves to have their own room. Then we can each visit each other’s room. If the door is open, come on in. Closed doors, knock first. The dream idea is that everyone in the poly family living together had their own space, a bedroom, or a “tiny” house.
There are times I do not feel you belong as anything in my life. Times when you seem my oldest friend, the one I can talk to about anything. Times when there’s no way I can tell you anything.
Friends at least, if no longer partners going through life side by side.
in a deep whisper, “I can’t get close enough to you”
There are some mental health issues within my poly network, and recently I found this blog and got to reading. So I’m sharing here what I’ve also shared within my own polycule
God’s I love you, I will always hold love within me for you. I needed this, we all did.
I need to see that you love ME in return. I need you to reach for me, I need to be the one in your arms and for those times to not be in hiding. Be proud of our love, not ashamed of it.
I do not like my nights, as limited as they are, ending with tears, mine, hers, or my guys.
I call my group “my people.” My people includes lovers, good friend, biological family, kindred. Just people who are important to me in some form or fashion.
I’ve had several people over the last few years suggest that I should teach one class on life things or another. Most recently it was me feeling like I should just teach since I repeat a lot of the same things over and over.
Love is a strange creature. It changes a person. The lengths they well go to stay with someone they love can be great, wondrous, beautiful.
Don’t give up. Love with all your heart. Love with every thing that you are.