The heart, it turns out, is expandable; the diary is the bottleneck. What sounds like a story about freedom becomes, very quickly, a story about logistics, honesty, and the fine art of making several people each feel like the priority.
Jealousy shows up whether or not the theory says it should, and the work is in the talking: the check-ins, the renegotiated rules, the constant translation between what you feel and what you agreed. Love multiplies, and so does the admin.
The music wanders its corridors with a wry, open-hearted curiosity. Several lines moving at once, weaving and separating, a groove generous enough to hold more than one voice without any of them getting lost.
Here the arc branches into many directions at once, generous and complicated. Play it when the shape of your affections refuses to fit the standard diagram.