Please?

I have met a new girl. She is pretty. And nice. And special. She dances and sings and talks, and her pale blue eyes sparkle as they tell me that they want me. They want in. They want what you have.

I have found a new friend. Her cheeks hold a fantastic smile. She tilts her head and she laughs and she kisses me and she makes plans because she thinks that I am a good good man. She hopes to live where you live.

I have made a new love. She touches me. Draws me in and pulls me to her. I hear her breath and taste her scent. I want her, and she so willingly opens to me. Begs me. Gives herself to me. Her heart craves to be where you are.

I know that you are never going to go away; I can not run you off anymore than I can make the stars leave a moonless night sky. But I was wandering... Do you think that you could move over just a little bit? Make some room for her, too? Maybe a chair in the corner, or even a window seat? She has no chance of being you, or even close - I will never grin grin grin - but I think maybe I could like her! You could just give up maybe a little space? Please?

Please?