Polyamorous

I’ve been with Caleb for almost a year and a half. And yeah, I’m in love with him.

I mean, formal, wedding, grow-old-together love.

And then there’s the other one. The one I want to fall off the face of the earth with and live in a trailer in the desert with.

I hate the desert.

Society has drawn these monogamous lines. But monogamy doesn’t mean monamoury. I can gaurantee that. Caleb and I bicker like an old married couple and make love like lovers do.

The other one and I dream about each other constantly, but are afraid to communicate outside of text messages.

I don’t know what it means. I don’t know what to say.

Polyamoury is underrated.