I Miss My Frubble

From Pampered

I miss my frubble. I really do. You see I was in a polyamous relationship. We were very happy. Me, a girl, and her husband. For the sake of silliness more than anything I will refer to them as Gee and He. The unfortunate side is that the relationship didn't work out. Gee and He got divorced communications broke down and I grew apart. But that is not why I'm talking about this.

I'm talking about looking back into my memories for the best of times. I remember those hot and wild nights with Gee. And those fun games He and I would play.

So what are those best of times? To my great surprise it wasn't the sex! I figured that would be the most prominent thing I would miss. But as I look back at the happiest of times I distinctly remember when it was the three of us together in the same house. Gee and I had just gotten back from a date and she was on the couch with He. They were watching a movie as I came downstairs to see them on the couch. I had to sit down on the stairs and watch. The sense of unabridged love was so powerful I felt as if they were kissing me together. Though they weren't but the feeling was unmatched.

Comperssion, as some call it. Others describe it as Frubbly. It is real and I knew it. I was happy to see them kiss. I was happy to see them hug. I did not feel afraid to watch and I had no need to look away. I knew that He would get his time with Gee and I would get mine. I had nothing to worry about. All this wrapped up in one bright package. That was my Frubble. Even a year later I look back at that feeling, those days that I felt it, that was my Frubble and that is what I remember.

I find this very curious because at the time that feeling was not overwhelming. Unmatched maybe but not overwhelming. It was a small feeling with big impact. It reassured me that things were OK. It reminded me why I was there. It felt like a warm security blanket all wrapped up around me. I was beaming and smiling. How could one little emotion mean so much. An emotion that is so coveted that we don't even have a proper definition in the dictionary for it. And yet there it was with it's soft quiet voice saying "Here I am. I'm right here with you." It was like a small stream of glacial water flowing smoothly through the forest. Something I never really took the time to fully notice. Unaware of it's true impact. And despite it's misperceived value and it's overshadowed strength when I remember those times I miss my Frubble the most.

I look forward now and I know that one day that quiet little stream of water will wind it's way down to me. And on that day I know that my partners and their metamores will enjoy the comfort and joy of our Frubble again. But until that day... I will truly miss my Frubble.

Sukima 22:34, 5 September 2007 (PDT)