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.