Truce

Polyamory done well is an art, there’s enough love to go around and no one feels left out, needs are met, security offered and compersion reigns. Another wonderful idealism when it works, challenging when it doesn’t. What if it's not whether we’re polyamorous or monogamous? There are so many kinds of relating. Maybe love is simply a truce? Of picking the person or people whose way of relating makes sense with your own to offer meaning compatible to the tenderness of past hurts as well as future desires. A meaningful island of sanity in a confusing cloud of options.