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I just can't believe that I'm one of the people who she's let love her. I know I read like I'm contradicting myself: she loves everyone; polyamory just seems to come naturally to her; she's not selective, she cares about you as you are; etc and etc.

But - it's just, she loves everyone differently. She keeps her eyes closed and yet her vision's the clearest in the world - when she looks at you, she's seeing you. She's seeing me.

I don't even have, uh, crippling self-esteem issues. Been there and done that (thanks). I just like the aesthetic, the gravitas.

I still feel like the luckiest schmuck alive...