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Triad love: my friend, her friend, my love. (raw)
3 years ago · · Love,
The three of us, childhood friends.
18 years have passed.
I'm close with her and I'm close with him.
I love them, they love me.
They are not close anymore.
Time passed, distance between them grew.
I have not seen them in a decade.
My love for them is strong.
Across the ocean, my confidants they are.
I'm close with him and I'm close with her.
I think I might love him more.
The love that blooms in the dry desert.
That kind of love, I'm sure.
A decade of wait will soon end.
I'll embrace them with happiness.
Across the big ocean I will go.
I will see her and I will see him.
Separately of course.
But she will know that I'm going to see him.
Surely something green will brew.
My triad will break..
I hope you understand my dilemma.
My friend, her friend, my love.
Jostled marbles in a box..
Narrowly missing eachother
In an endless dance
What do I do?