Give me green and set me free.
Lakes and trees and leaves.
Oregon born and Oregon raised…so many happy places to see
So many places to be.
It’s ok for you to love me and also love him
It’s ok for you to want to be with me and still miss…
It’s ok for you to look forward to seeing me and still feel guilty about how things are ending
It’s ok for you to be sure that we are in love and still question if you could make things work with…him…
Because we can’t replace what once was.
And we shouldn’t try. But we can love each other,
And you amaze me with your strength, your tenderness, your life.
You are amazing and I love being your best friend.
I love you and I am in love with you. And I love that you also love me.
We activated best friend mode
To have an honest conversation
We said goodbye
Without turning it off
I hope that was on purpose
Monogamous Best Friends
Commitment at its finest
Because labels don’t mean anything anyway
And best friends mean everything
(and before you correct my accuracy…
it’s a commitment and not a label)
That’s how I see it, anyway
Every new thing
Is the most painful thing
Then it becomes old
And life goes on
full of pain
full of most everything
she wants me and she wants him and she wants
what do I want, and yeah…what do I want?
and her to be happy
and her to be happy with me
And what does he want?
and her to be happy with him…
I’d be lying to say I don’t hate it
I’d be lying to say I don’t care
but he matters too.
How many times do I have to ask “what’s right?”
knowing the answer isn’t answerable
She can love us both
And I can love her and hate her feelings and
We should be in love with our best friends
And we are…and damn it.
I want to write a book titled “Keeping Your Shit Together While Getting A Divorce”
Ask someone else.
I can’t wait until
I can count on my fingers
till I’ll see you again.