Special

I am nobody special but neither are you.

None of us need to be special to the world as long as we are special to each other.

I have thought about this lately. We spend a lot of time trying hard to be someone special someone worthy of attention, but really I just want to be worthy for that one special person (or two, I am poly after all).

We are hit all the time on social media by people sharing their perfect life and perfect relationships. It is hard not to see the glossed up existence and think you do not have it.

I struggle, too with crushing on people that already have their one and are not poly at all. I want to be part of it somehow but I know I can’t.

It creates a longing in me for something special when all I need to do is see the special I already have in my life.