The other one.

There is someone else other than the three. Someone who has been a part of my life for the past eleven years. Someone I have kept at a safe distance but held close enough so they won't be too far. So when I ponder my impending empty nest, I keep wondering if there will be more room for them some day. More room in my heart and in my brain. Or will I busy myself with the trials and tribulations of the three forever?