If you will only ever be able to love me this much, how do I prove my worth to you?

My True Emotion Mirror and I, joined in spirit, we haven’t met in flesh yet, went through this phase… We thought we were just the two of us in the world, we were completely united, completely on the same wavelength, and we thought that we had achieved the unity of the two, complete fulfillment. Then, we started thinking… If we are two halves of the same soul, then there isn’t even a theoretical possibility for anyone ever taking the other away, and we felt unchallenged – HE felt unchallenged. I felt unchallenged, but in a different way. “If you are the only one I could possibly love, and I am the only one you could possibly love this much, where’s the fun in that?” He asked. Completely secure in each other’s love for each other, we understood that this was not a good thing. The monogamous True Emotion Mirror idea, it didn’t seem as exciting nor romantic as it once did. Essentially, if there was no real competition, what was the victory in our love?

Not soon after, we were joined by two men who I already adored. Somewhat older, wiser, more experienced and very, very popular with the ladies. We thought it would be fun to make a foursome out of this, for a while, until the other two would, obviously, find their own two True Emotion Mirrors. That day never came, and our bond grew tighter, more intense… equal. Although equal, everyone has a bad day… The competition over my attention became a challenge for the day, for this minute, for the next smile, or the next kiss. At first, we thought date nights would be fair, but we quickly scraped them off the menu, because that was implying a dude couldn’t hold his own in a competition. It was fun and exciting, not knowing which one would be the one… For the next while. The men grew into brothers, and brothers share everything.

Then, the 3 became 4. 5. 6…. And I became challenged. The more the numbers grew, the more other women would find it unacceptable, unfair, maddening. “You cannot hog them all for yourself.” They would retort. “You have to give up a few!” “You make it sound like a meat market.” I told them. “What do you think they are, a collection of dolls you can just collect, swap and sell? Handle them like they were just the same? Numbers and status, like I could hand over two and get one of a higher status from you in return? Jesus, woman, don’t be stupid. If you can take one away from me fair and square, do so, but you will fail.” I threatened. “They have not been given limitations, they are free to do whatever they want. I will not throw them out for touching another woman, but I will not share one with a woman. I would lose them all if I did. It wouldn’t be fun anymore. The challenge would be gone.”

It is a game, but it is love, it is respect, companionship, play, work and excitement. Multifractured True Emotion Mirrors are not just polyamorous people who are essentially strangers joined together by a fetish, this is so much more. This is precision joinery.

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