It’s not fair I feel the way I do.

It's selfish and possibly destructive but I promise I'll never step in the middle. You have yours and I truly love you both. I'll only vague-post about it here to get it off my chest so it doesn't slip out when I'm drunk.

But oh, how I love your soul;
your laugh and smile and uppity attitude; your intelligence and humour; your taste in culture and literature. You are so damn imperfectly perfect. I hope you know how loved you really are.

If only circustances were different... Ah, maybe in another life.

Thank you for saving me in this one.


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