Tumgik
aantoniola · 1 year
Text
For the first time in a long, loveless life polyamory has driven me to feel my first love for a past girlfriend in another land.  This has brought moments in heaven.  But her polyamorous relationship with another man whom she loves even more has also brought much despair. What binds me is the certainty that no time with her is far worse than a little time.  But deep, critical questions remain unanswered.   Is this thinking flawed romantic illusion?  Conversely, is telling myself - life is imperfect, be grateful for what you have - similarly specious?  Can one ever come to terms with what geography and polyamory impose?  Is this the place for answers to such questions?
2 notes · View notes