Triple Sec

by T.J. Alexander

to all sluts everywhere—cheers

There was a voice in the back of her head hissing that she wasn’t that kind of person, that she’d never be able to handle any kind of relationship again, let alone a poly one.

I was on the verge of trusting someone again and now I won’t. Oh well.

Losing Bebe didn’t hurt less simply because they hadn’t been together for years. It only hurt differently. It was a loss of possibility, of what could have been. In some ways, that was worse than the slow decline with her ex-wife.

“I didn’t—I thought only women were nonbinary.”

you thought WHAT

“Have you ever met someone,” they said, “who seemed to know you so thoroughly, like they understood you down to the smallest atom? And then—poof.” They made an exploding gesture with their long fingers. “It’s like they never saw you at all. It was just a grand mirage, a lie you told yourself.”

“I think it’s strange to define a good marriage as one in which two people stay together until they—what? Both die simultaneously? It’s a lot of pressure, not to mention statistically unlikely.”

“ ‘Forever’ is a lofty goal. My only goal is happiness, and I don’t pretend to know what that will look like in the future.”

“Doesn’t matter if it happens every day. It still hurts when it happens to you.”

I went through hell to get you.

what LOL

And finally, a soft, tender, well-deserved forehead kiss to everyone who loves in their own way, with their whole heart, in defiance of anyone who tries to tell you otherwise.