I have had 2 great loves. Loves of my life. Squared. Both of whom I would have married. Neither of which asked me. I was not left in doubt of the reciprocity of the affection. I fully trusted that in making that decision they were making the right one for me. They saw me. They knew me. Time has not faded or subdued love. Muted for the greater good, yes. Diminished? Not at all. I am confident in whom I've loved. I am confident in the decisions that they made for love.
I am built for marriage. I am not built for marriage. They would know better than I. To love a thing is to free a thing, especially a thing that craves to be free. How can you love me, know me, and still wish to cage me? You couldn't. He couldn't and he couldn't. Odd right? I love you enough to be enslaved. You love me enough to never ask it of me. Perhaps that's what love is. Perhaps it's not. The other person sacrificing for the other person. In giving their best neither one of them getting what they want. I'm grateful. I'm saddened.
I can't wish that they'd been less selfless, had they I would have neither loved or respected them. Who can love a wild thing? How does one love a wild thing? From a distance.
"The only thing worse than being single is wishing that you were."
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