||[Nov. 5th, 2008|04:04 pm]
A long long time ago, in a kingdom not so far away, I was dating two boys. These two boys knew about eachother (even though I'd never heard of poly at the time) but neither was quite happy with the other's existance. I kept on saying to myself that I'd break up with one or the other, but could never bring myself to choose.
One day, one of these boys got very sad about this situation. He was afraid that me loving the other boy meant I loved him less. A very wise friend of ours sat him down for a little talk. "Kris? She really loves you. Have you payed attention? She's made from pure love and passsion. She's made of so much that she can't run out. Just 'cause she loves someone else too, doesn't mean she loves you less. Maybe it works that way with some people, but not her."
The boy was so moved by his friends words, and heard the Truth contained within them, that he ceased to worry about it. He didn't live happily ever after, 'cause life isn't a Fairy Tale, but if I remember correctly the next few weeks were fun ;)
I was reminded of this description of me earlier today, when talking with a newer friends about existential randomness. It was... I need to remember that more. And maybe find that place again.