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.

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PerfectionOfTheHeart · 46-50, F

As we age we start to realize just what we want and crave in another. We seem harder to please because we've been thru so many tests, so many heartaches that we know that we deserve better than childish games...we deserve someone pretty damn close to our idea of perfection. A kind heart can be one's idea of perfection. A tender touch as well. Something so simple can become so hard to come by, when it really shouldn't be.

If I may, you need to focus your question more, from "Am I happy?" to "Am I happy with her?" Your answer to that revised question will tell you a lot I think.

DeadNGone · 51-55, M

@PerfectionOfTheHeart Thank you. I will ponder that, for sure.