He should be mentioned first, simply because he is the precursor to Morholt and everything that came later. He is the first "real" love in ever sense of its meaning. I broke his heart to be with Morholt, as our post-high school paths led us in opposite directions. After a year-long silence, we eventually renewed our friendship, rebuilt the trust and foundation of our relationship as adults and continue to be close to this day.

He should be mentioned next, since he is a major part of who I am today and plays the starring role in my developmental history. We met our Freshman year of college attending Michigan, because the powers that be stuffed us into the same crappy dorm and I befriended most of the guys who lived on his hall, meaning I was subject to his ornery demeanor every single day. What started as a phsyical relationship developed into a great romance, complete with bickering, blame games and the demise of physicality. It slowly dissolved only to heartbreakingly end 7 years later. We grew into ourselves together and shared everything: friends, vacations, experiences, political views, etc. We shared life together and both remain a huge part of the other person's soul forever.

The break-up, I now realize, was inevitable and we put it off perhaps far too long. We make excellent friends and truthfully, I do not think either of us was capable of progressing our relationship further until we both had a break to figure out who we are and where we are going. Though the heartbreak was nearly unbearable, I would not trade that experience for any other. We remain close friends today, and OMG as I am writing this, I realize that it is a year to the day of the actual final break! Probably the subconscious reason for my current angstiness. Anyway, though we do not talk as often as we should, we remain close. He was the second great love and until recently, I thought would be my last "great" love.

The counterpart to my alter ego, Isolt, Tristan was the third. We share similarities beyond those that any two normal people should share, and it goes far beyond mere compatibility of thought. Does not hurt that we have amazing compatibility of thought, but that is not what initially drew us to each other.

While absolute chance brought us together, I am now convinced that we needed to meet. From the moment we first spoke to each other, we shared a connection and mutual intrigue. We were drawn to each other so much, it was like we were compelled to continue speaking to one another. It was something out of our control. This relationship has been a whirlwind. The speed at which it progressed was something at which I used to scoff. I don't think I will ever find another like him, one who so complements every aspect of my soul, he seemed truly like my other half. In some ways, he definitely was, but like the story from which I derived his name, it was never meant to be and never could have lasted.