Can I have a hug? I bet we are going through a lot of the same things. We do love the same person, after all. They can be stubborn and frustrating, can’t they? And yet… so worth holding on to….
I’m not surprised he loves you. Look at you. I haven’t even met you yet but I know you’re a person that commands respect in your own right. You’re not doormat or a weakling. You struggle and you survive. You fight. A little sassy sometimes, right? But you can back up your shit with fact.
I understand why he loves you.
We should go have a smoke together, sister. Pass the pipe and break some bread.
We don’t have to compete. Please, don’t try to compete. I am not passively aggressively liking your pictures with our partner on Facebook. I’m really happy when he’s happy. Yes, it’s hard sometimes to feel like you’re missing out on good times. But my daydreams about us include you, friend. You don’t have to love me. Just accept me. I promise I’ll do the same.
We can help each other. When he’s in a low spot and questions whether or not he’s good enough for you, and he wonders whether he should let you go - I’ll remind him all the beautiful things you bring to his life. All the love and affection and happy memories he’d lose if he lost you. I hope you’ll do the same for me. Let’s decide help each other make happy memories with him.
Let’s decide to keep each other.
We should go pass the pipe, love. Tell our stories in the smoke.