Spilled Ink from the Vault

My love, you’re human, and we humans are flawed, 
but I like you and I believe you’re one of the fundamentally good ones. 
The ones with good intentions, the ones who try to learn,
the ones who don’t wish to cause unnecessary harm.

We shared, as you said, a rare and beautiful opportunity. 
The depth to our connection took us both by surprise,
even if I’m the only one who fell further than intended. 
I take it as a good thing that it is difficult for both of us to walk away:
that is testament to the unique potency of our chemistry, 
the healing alchemy of play that started between the ears
and blossomed between the sheets.

I don’t know her, but what I do know is that she and I both deserve better at this point. 

If you think your lunar goddess has potential to be the life partner you seek, 
and you wish to pursue that, 
and monogamy is a requirement from her,
then she deserves that you walk away from me and close this door. 
(No, that doesn’t preclude future friendship,
but you are not pursuing her
if you’re playing with the fire that we are.)

And I deserve better too. 
If our connection is deep enough that you can’t let it go, 
then I deserve you to be honest about that
and stop pretending you can.
And if you need me to let you go, 
then I deserve you also to let me go.
I don’t deserve to be toyed with,
to be left dangling.
I don’t want to be someone’s Plan B.

I understand that you’re a moth
midway between two flames,
but the moth must choose. 
The moth does not ask one candle for permission
to fly towards the other. 

Please, for all our sakes, 
pick your flame and extinguish the other.