I have a confession to make. It's not right, I know. But there was no helping it, it could not be changed, it happened and I really don't even know how, but I know that this is the way it has to be.
There are two men in my life.
They both know about each other and they both know it can't be helped. They have accepted that I love them both and I can't give them up. They are my beloved. I love them both, I cannot live without them and I won't.
One of them is handsome and strong, powerful and creative, unique and larger than life. He is his own person; he knew the secret way before it was main stream. He is a compassionate soul that will not let you get away with giving less than your absolute best but will stand by you when the strongest winds knock you down. He is fearless in the face of change and is divinely aware of his imperfections. We can stay up until all hours of the night talking about life and love, Tangamandapio and fashion, all in the same conversation. We know when something is wrong with the other one without making a call. We recognize the heavy load of life in each other's voice and with arms of love reach across the miles to heal the emptiness we sometimes run into. We can right each other's wrongs and see with eyes of wisdom into the stories we tell the others. We have been there through all of our phases and know that we will be there until the end. Love between us flows unconditionally and ever lasting for our bond reaches through the ages and times. His shoulder has been my comfort and his light my guide. Whenever I didn't have the courage to stand up for myself, he stood for me. He held my hand until I found my path again; and in the darkness of my most scary times, he never wavered, he never doubted. He believed in me when no one else did. He saw me for whom I was and accepted me even when I couldn't accept myself. He is part of my homestead, my family, my soul. The one who can put me back together when I fall apart, he is a part of me, my brother, my soul mate.
The other one is handsome and strong (yes I am surrounded by handsome men), independent and courageous, loving, loyal and daring. He has the heart of a lion, always standing up to each challenge and facing every obstacle head on. You can knock him down; he will get up, no matter what. He is strong in his convictions and his beliefs. He has faith that moves mountains and is committed to his own sense of right. He is a loving and attentive father, reaching across the miles so that his children know that even though he may be far away, his love is always with them, always protecting them, always guiding them. He willingly goes out to that truck and puts it in gear to drive away from home, knowing that he is doing what he needs to do to take care of his family. He is funny and affectionate, caring and tender and true to himself and to those he loves. He is comfortable in his own skin and accepts me exactly as I am. Perhaps you don't know this side of him, then again, not many do. His love is my shelter, my stronghold. No matter where we go, in his embrace, I am home. His words may not always say what I want to hear but the melody of his voice sings the song of my heart. I cannot claim that I posses him, only that I am blessed with his love in return. His love is my lifesaver, my rock. There is no one else I would do this with. He is my best friend, my partner, my lover and my love, and the most fascinating man I have ever known.
Their love supports me, lifts me and carries me through dark times. Their love is unshakable and unconditional. My soul is enriched because of their presence in my life.
Many women have not found Mr. Right. I have been blessed to have found two men that have changed my life and that have, with their love, taught me to love and be myself. Today I celebrate their presence in my life and share with you a new way to recognize the many faces of love. May your path be filled with loving people throughout your way. Happy Sweetest Day!!
Happy Sweetest Day Luis, Brother-of-my-soul!
Happy Sweetest Day Tony, Love-of-my-life!!
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