My love is in a cage
And I can only reach him with words on paper.
In May of this year, I flew to Seoul, Korea, the city I grew up in, to visit a great love of my life. Daniel. He and my beautiful husband Jonny are my two Great Loves. My life contains an embarrassment of riches when it comes to Big Love. One of the perks of polyamory and an open, curious, loving heart.
I’ve known Daniel since 2005, although I forgot about him entirely until I met him again in 2007, when I developed a blazing, angsty crush. Two years of intensely romantic long-distance friendship later, in 2009, we had a delicious series of trysts over the course of a seven-week visit to Seoul, and by the end of it, we were in love. Just in time for me to fly home to New York City.
Since then, my love and desire for Daniel has never faded, only strengthened. I tried for years to forget about him, to “just be friends.” I jumped from one relationship to another and discovered I could be in love with more than one person at the same time, which led me to polyamory. One boyfriend demanded I stop talking to Daniel as proof of my commitment to him. For one awful year, I did. When that idiot left me, my first phone call was to Daniel, and I promised him then I would never do that to him — or to myself — again.
