How is it possible to love someone who doesn’t love me in the same way? And still be a normal, functioning adult? A miracle? I don’t know. Maybe. What I know is this. I still feel very strongly about this woman. I can literally feel her in me. I don’t have her the way I want, and oddly, I’m not distraught about it. Sad, yes, but not distraught. Why? Because I haven’t hidden where my heart lies with her. And I am proud of that. And until such time as I feel any differently, that is where I am. And it feels good. It’s a remarkable position to be in. I feel like I’m breaking rules.