I'm far away from my love triangle tonight. Each piece of it farther from the other two pieces than it would like to be. "The One" is holding down the fort with the lovechild. I hope they are having a spectacular time together. I miss them both so incredibly much and hate being away from the hugs and family time for long periods. I didn't really get as much time with them as I would have liked before I left, but then I was only going to be gone two nights. Two nights has turned into a week and two nights. Much longer than I wanted to be away from them. Although I hate being away, it does always make me remember all the good things, and for short lengths of time it is true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I can hardly think of anything I'd like more now that to fall asleep snuggled next to my husband with my arm around him and the full lengths of our bodies touching as we drift off to sleep.

"The Other" has been around online late at night, and although it is nice to once again have his undivided attention online(well mostly undivided) I'd really much rather have him in person. There is something so comforting about the way his hands rest over me when we lay next to each other. Although in all honesty it's way too hot in my little hotel room for snuggling. I can barely handle having clothes on. (I think this is a side effect of the poisoning I am undergoing, or it could just be a genetic trait passed down from my Grandmother and her relatives who I've heard have a hard time with that whole indecent exposure law)

With all the medical intrigue that occasionally fills my life, I've had very little time or inclination to think about women in any sort of sexual way. . . Not that I don't occasionally still day dream. I have to admit I really like the idea of having a female companion, and at the same time it's a bit daunting as it will be a whole new experience and I'm really picky about my mates. I'm not the kind of girl who just falls for anyone. I can think of only three loves in my life. Two of which I have had on a sexual level, the other of which I was too naive to even consider as love.