While my ego recoils in pain at the mere thought of you loving and being loved by another who is not me, I hope that you stumble and fall into that love.
While a part of me dies a small death at the idea of your perfect mouth being met by that of another, I hope that your mouths do meet and that they do dance in the sweet bliss of that first kiss.
While it shatters my ego to imagine two hands not belonging to me rubbing your feet, caressing your neck, resting on your thigh or playing with your hair, I hope that those hands do find their way to you and that they do treasure every inch of you there is to treasure.
Yes, a part of me crumbles at the idea of another vessel taking in the narrative of your day, receiving your most intimate thoughts and feelings, experiencing your laughter and tears.
Yes, a part of me shudders at the notion of your affection and adoration, your sweetness and inner beauty, your wisdom and courage being shared with another who is not me.
Yes, a part of me wanted to believe that you belong to me and me alone.
But beautiful soul, if life has taught me anything, it is that love transcends the ego. If life has taught me anything, it is that love flows endlessly and everywhere, rising up into us at times and having its way only to flow back out again and continue on its journey in the form of someone new.
So yes, while my ego will always mourn the loss of what it thought belonged to it and it alone, know that beyond that worldly layer is the deepest of love for you that wishes you nothing but peace, joy and all the best life has to offer.
And when that love rises up in the form of another who is not me, I hope that you receive it, I hope that you enjoy it, I hope that you nurture it and that you grow with it. You deserve nothing less, and sweet beautiful soul, I wish you nothing more.