Their eyes, a similar tint of blue, yet Paul’s smiles at me with carefree abandonment and Stewart’s pierces my heart with its dark intensity.
My men are so different, yet similar in so many ways. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship.
They don’t need to know a name they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another.
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