I love you, for example, but that is a platonic love. Much like I would feel for my brother.

I love my boyfriend Brian, in the unflinching sense between logic and lust. I know he will not hurt me, and I couldn’t bear to ever hurt him.

But there are people throughout my life with which I have shared the more lustful side of love, felt that ultimate connection, but for various reasons, we could not devote ourselves to eachother. Albeit because of unrequited levels of passion or otherwise. And I know that many people disagree with what I am about to say, but who says we have to give that connection entirely up because of said obstacles?

I am madly, and devotedly in love with Brian. But who’s to say that I have to ignore the fact that I care about people in my past, and wish them well, and want to give them a hug and talk to them from time to time?

Of course that get’s into a whole other subject of the futility of jealousy. But anyway…