Synaptic Plasticity

How many lovers is too many lovers? Is there such a number? I think about these questions often.

As I turn them around in my mind, like multi-faceted, precious gemstones, I have come to see that most of my best friends are much like lovers to me. They are people in whom I can place absolute trust in. No we’ve not all had sex. But one thing I know for certain, I could not imagine my life without any of them in it.

Doesn’t that mean they qualify as lovers? I understand that the term lover is associated very closely with sexual love, but sex is merely a single facet of any relationship. Really, how many ‘lovers of fine wine’ do you know that have seriously sexual relationships with their wine? And I’m not counting masturbation fetishists here. Each of my close friends sparkles in a different but similar fashion, each one fair and beautiful to me. I imagine it’s much like having a eye for diamonds and finding each one unique and breath taking in their own right.

So back to the original questions… How many lovers is too many and is there such a number? I’ve concluded that the answer is strictly mine as each person must look inside themselves to know their answer. I can not imagine there would ever be too many lovers in my life. I welcome them one and all including fledgling lovers I’ve only just come to know. I also patiently await those that have not arrived yet. Each of you has, does, will continue, and will soon illuminate my very soul with a unique pallet of hues that can never be replicated or replaced.

With undying love,
Rational Rogue