Throughout most of my life(late 60's, married, cis, het, man) I felt invisible to women. For whatever reason, despite my attempts to connect, women never paid much attention to me or returned my flirtations.
Finally, I met a woman and we really clicked on so many different levels. She made me feel "special" and "seen". I was tremendously vulnerable w and shared my deepest feelings and true self with her. I totally let down my guard, our relationship was deep, fun and passionate. We connected on intellectual levels about art, music, and literature. We shared a common sport which is how we met. I thought we had a very "special" relationship.
After a few years, she began dating a man in our social circle who had been hitting on her for years. He is very different than me in many ways and has always been popular with the ladies.
When she disclosed her desire to pursue a romantic/sexual relationship with him, it hurt me terribly. Thinking it through, I came to realize that while I thought what we had was really "special", in reality, it was not actually too "special." Yes, the dyad we shared was "unique" to us as was her relationship to the new guy. Per poly orthodoxy, our relationships are "all special or unique in their own way". But somehow all the incredibly intimate and connected times we had spent, the tears we had shed, the secrets and dreams we had shared felt diminished.
I realized how fleeting it all was. When she was with me, I was "her guy" 100%, but tomorrow that will be him. When I am with her now, I am far more guarded. We share so much, yet something has changed. She senses it. I want it to be "like it was" but it can't. I was completely vulnerable with her, she saw my very soul, the pearls and warts of my being and she loved me, but she loves others too. I can no longer sing the foolish love songs we shared in my crappy voice, it is just too embarrassing now. There is so much others have to offer too!
I have grown emotionally through this relationship. The naivete of my all-embracing love received the cold slap in the face necessary to shake me to the realities of polyamory. I can never be enough, the depths of my being were a good flavor(using a food analogy) but their are other good flavors too! Such a silly boy, I was to think I could be "that special".
Our relationship is dying, we know it. I think she will miss me, but as a truly poly woman - there are so many other "special" flavors to partake. Me, I will be more careful about who I bear my soul with in the future! I am tougher now and a bit more cynical, better equipped to succeed in poly relationships in the future should I choose to pursue.