I am in the extremely enviable position of having not one but four people very dear to me who understands exactly how I'm feeling and help me understand myself and my actions. Two are quite recent additions, one I have known for ages and one is sort of in the middle...
I am sharing a peculiar life situation with my very own Biscuit. This can be shared and talked about, which helps enormously.
Next comes Teddy, my own dearest little brother, who cares for me and is willing to beat anyone impertinent enough to treat me badly to a pulp. I am generally against violence as a rule, but it's nice to know there's a knight in shining armour always willing to step in.
Oliver is always there and always will be, I hope. Despite her own problems she is there for me, always. I owe her so so much, but it's a nice debt which I hope I'll be able to repay over and over.
The last one... knows who he is, without me telling. He's one of the most understanding people I've met, and he is teaching me about myself without seeming to. Gentle, caring and withdrawn, he lets me take things at my own pace and has been there for me already more times than I can count. I hope I will see him again soon, although for various reasons it won't be for probably a month or two yet. Thank God for the internet...
An Swedish nursery rhyme comes to mind:
I love Peter who loves Eve, who loves Henry who loves me.
Love is being handed around, but never bi-directionally. It is a situation I am intending to resolve at some point soon. Unravelling this ball of tangled yarn without too many casualties will be a challenge...
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