I used to feel like my God of True Love was playing a cruel joke on me. I’ll spare you all the details, but I used to think that True Love wanted to keep me very much alone, and deeply unfulfilled, when it came to loving companionship and affection. I used to try sixteen ways to Sunday to practice being a good and honest person, and to create the kind of enjoyable life that would attract a similarly balanced person into my orbit. Unfortunately, I kept coming up with pocket lint, or worse. So you know what I did? I decided that I choose me. How do you like that? Me. Or, if you prefer a threesome, simply me, myself, and I. Isn’t that nice? I have chosen me, and we are in love. So, you see, I am no longer feeling incomplete. I am no longer alone. Because me is actually a we, now. And it always was, but I just wasn’t choosing myself, so it didn’t seem like it. That’s all over now, though. Together, me, myself, and I believe the best about each other. We support each other. We know everything’s going to be okay just as long as we’re together, and we are going to love and protect each other to the ends of the Universe. Me, myself, and I aren’t going anywhere. In fact, we go absolutely everywhere together! For instance, in a little while, here, we are going to get up and go to the gym. Later, we will all be packed into conducting the same therapy session. And tonight, before bed, we will watch TV in the same bed. Even the little things are more fun, when we all do it together. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.