Okay, so. I have this terrible phobia of being, feeling unwanted. Thus, this Word popping into my head: poppin..like popcorn poppin, Poppin like an HU party.. Poppin like the love we made. Poppin like the words you gave. Poppin. Esteem That I have little of. But I now know, won’t be gained by being with you. One love. Three hearts. That don’t sound right. But I want you. Almost need you. This infatuation, one like no other. The stress of being a mistress feeling like Tom Brady at the superbowl, Being able to play, with so much effort & with so much heart, but never getting the ring. My stress of dealing with knowing that I will never be to you what you have always been to me. But I thank you, for I now know, how one love 2 hearts, should really go.