[shipping]

I am posting because many of us go through pain from being in love with T, and I want to share how that pain turned, for me, into self-love.

After 2 years, I suddenly realized that my love for T says a lot about me. It says I am capable of being tender toward another person. Still. Despite things that have happened to me. It says I am a giving person. I want to give T pleasure and good feelings. That is a nice thing about myself.

I fed these ideas for a few months. Every time I fantasized about T, I tried to devote equal time to thinking of myself as a giving, responsive, tender lover.

It not only helped ease the pain, but it helped raise my sense of well-being and self-worth.

Now I still consider myself "in love" with T but it doesn't hurt; it doesn't get in the way, usually.

Also, I think my T has very beautiful lips, mouth. I once thought that I could live without being her lover, but I was devastated that I couldn't at least kiss her mouth one time. Then I read the news article about Diana Nyad (?) the woman of years who failed to swim from Cuba to Florida. I saw a video of her sobbing. I read her words: "I guess I am going to die without ever having reached Florida from Cuba." And I thought, "lady, you're so melodramatic. Die without ever having swum from Cuba to America, honestly! Just like the rest of us!"

Then it struck me that I, too, was melodramatic: "how can I live without kissing her mouth at least once in my lifetime?"

Just like the rest of you.

I hope this helps someone in some way. Our ability to love our T's is a beautiful thing. We are beautiful, deeply loving people.

[unaluna]

it makes you think about your goals, about "it's the journey, not the destination", even about "there are other fish in the sea", so to speak - other people who CAN use our love love, our talents, our gifts, and who will appreciate them, now that T has helped us see what we can offer the world. and PC is like our first run at that.

[shipping]

Yes! Exactly. Have a lovely day, hankster!

[kirbydog156]

Originally Posted by shipping

I am posting because many of us go through pain from being in love with T, and I want to share how that pain turned, for me, into self-love.

After 2 years, I suddenly realized that my love for T says a lot about me. It says I am capable of being tender toward another person. Still. Despite things that have happened to me. It says I am a giving person. I want to give T pleasure and good feelings. That is a nice thing about myself.

I fed these ideas for a few months. Every time I fantasized about T, I tried to devote equal time to thinking of myself as a giving, responsive, tender lover.

It not only helped ease the pain, but it helped raise my sense of well-being and self-worth.

Now I still consider myself "in love" with T but it doesn't hurt; it doesn't get in the way, usually.

Also, I think my T has very beautiful lips, mouth. I once thought that I could live without being her lover, but I was devastated that I couldn't at least kiss her mouth one time. Then I read the news article about Diana Nyad (?) the woman of years who failed to swim from Cuba to Florida. I saw a video of her sobbing. I read her words: "I guess I am going to die without ever having reached Florida from Cuba." And I thought, "lady, you're so melodramatic. Die without ever having swum from Cuba to America, honestly! Just like the rest of us!"

Then it struck me that I, too, was melodramatic: "how can I live without kissing her mouth at least once in my lifetime?"

Just like the rest of you.

I hope this helps someone in some way. Our ability to love our T's is a beautiful thing. We are beautiful, deeply loving people.

Thank you so much for this. It really gives me a lot to think about...

[shipping]

O, I'm so glad to hear that, kirbydog!

[SallyBrown]

Originally Posted by shipping

I am posting because many of us go through pain from being in love with T, and I want to share how that pain turned, for me, into self-love.

After 2 years, I suddenly realized that my love for T says a lot about me. It says I am capable of being tender toward another person. Still. Despite things that have happened to me. It says I am a giving person. I want to give T pleasure and good feelings. That is a nice thing about myself.

I fed these ideas for a few months. Every time I fantasized about T, I tried to devote equal time to thinking of myself as a giving, responsive, tender lover.

It not only helped ease the pain, but it helped raise my sense of well-being and self-worth.

Now I still consider myself "in love" with T but it doesn't hurt; it doesn't get in the way, usually.

Also, I think my T has very beautiful lips, mouth. I once thought that I could live without being her lover, but I was devastated that I couldn't at least kiss her mouth one time. Then I read the news article about Diana Nyad (?) the woman of years who failed to swim from Cuba to Florida. I saw a video of her sobbing. I read her words: "I guess I am going to die without ever having reached Florida from Cuba." And I thought, "lady, you're so melodramatic. Die without ever having swum from Cuba to America, honestly! Just like the rest of us!"

Then it struck me that I, too, was melodramatic: "how can I live without kissing her mouth at least once in my lifetime?"

Just like the rest of you.

I hope this helps someone in some way. Our ability to love our T's is a beautiful thing. We are beautiful, deeply loving people.

Wanted to bump this, because I absolutely LOVE this, shipping.

Thanks Sally. I needed to re-read this today.

[MASIMO]

Told my T to be happy for me that i love him. It shows I can still love.

[shipping]

Revisiting this post tonight; I'm so happy that it has helped many people! Thank you all for responding to let me know you appreciate this post!