The song

When three hearts sing, one tries to play two tunes and that one knows no peace.

It is the case, though not with me. From the beginning, I knew the heart of the man that mine sings for yearns for another. Even since he returned from his journey and spoke to me of her, I felt jealousy, yes - but mostly, grim acceptance that if this keeps up, there will be pain. An acceptance that I will have to step back - for his answer to this would be to flee once more, leaving three bleeding hearts in place of one.

How amusing it was to hear I am not the only one who tried to do so, for when I confronted and spoke with him of it, he didn't lie. There were no excuses. He knew what he felt and why it was wrong - and like I thought, he said he should flee, leave us be. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that I can accept rejection - but if he runs away and hurts all three of us, I shan't forgive. This seemed to have worked on to dismiss any further thoughts of such, though he asked for time in it's stead.
That, I can give. My patience is plentiful.

I still shall mee with the woman he introduced as Silver - as it is no natural name, I feel like I can write it down. She wished me to choose where to meet her and I had asked his suggestion. A place in Towerglen, he said, where she used to frequent. As none of the places I would choose are close and the woman has trouble traveling, I decided to choose that, to make her more comfortable. I have left the letter with him to carry to her, so that he may say the words he wishes to before we meet. I did not want to ask for where she lives - I do not share that information with strangers, so I will not demand it from them in turn.

He said more things that made me question myself. It does seem to be this one's nature, to make me reevaluate my life from the earliest moments of it. And not in an awful, invasive way. It's mere thoughts, from which I shall emerge stronger, whole.
One lost part at a time.

My heart sings for the man, but it sings for his joy, not ownership. He does not belong to me and should he choose the other - I shall accept it and remain a friend to him. And hopefully her. I could use more friends, and by the sound of it, she and I are not unlike one other. The amusing part from earlier played part in this - she, too, wishes him to feel comfort and joy, rather than hoard the man. Even if she feels for him strongly, the woman did suggest the same thing as I - to choose the other and be with her for his own heart's peace.

I am looking forward to the meeting. And that feels strange to me.