A Move towards acceptance
Okay trying to admit to myself that I have been in love with a man who doesn’t feel the intensity of what I felt; he isn’t without feelings for me, but not exactly the feelings I would prefer; not my situation exactly. All I’m finding are bitter pills and I don’t want to eat them yet. Must supplement my diet with something better for me: him, of course, but I can’t make him love me the way I wanted him to love me… I accept him as he is. Not worth losing a friendship that I’ve had fr or so long.
Can’t believe how willing I seem to accept this –because the man I love is so great… Guess that instead of running away to join a circus, I run to join, surprising myself, a group of women this man sees. But it is what it is… He lives elsewhere –he is such a good man….but not exclusive. Doesn’t mean the same thing at all unless he chooses me, but that’s not likely to happen —I accept this. I will not longer try to get him to change his mind. He will be a good friend of mine… And still in my life, and that is good enough for me!