I Believe In Love

Yes, I believe in it... Just wondering why, as I age, it seems more and more elusive? She lay beside me each night, we touch, make love, smile, say the words - but still I struggle with an empty feeling inside. It is not all encompassing, the empty feeling. Just a dark blip on the radar; a pinhole. But it is enough to make me reflect on every aspect of our relationship... from the simple questions like "Am I happy?" To the more complex, "Am I HAPPY?". From there my brains spirals and hurdles toward thinking maybe she is with a sociopath. Then I begin to think I am simply overthinking everything.

Perhaps it is time to meditate. Quiet my monkey mind and trust the larger world.