The words sound so wonderful, and the feeling amazing! But what about all the complications? How does one navigate through the maze of people and situations when it's complicated, and let's face it, but the time we are in our 40's it's not as simple as that first time. Now there is baggage, exes, kids.
Of course this doesn't have to be a negative, and if anything, in my case, it's more a positive because I have children whose father died when they were very young, and to be able to give them an example of a healthy love is a gift. One they may not want just yet, but a gift none the less.
I titled this the way I did, and am keeping it short for the simple fact love is the meaning of life. We were not put here to be alone, and even those things that are strictly mine mean more with someone to share them with. No, I'm not young anymore, not like the first time I discovered how much joy love can bring, and since my husband's death I've put it out of my mind because I didn't think I'd find anything close enough to bring such meaning back and that thought scared the shit out of me. And don't be fooled, time doesn't always heal all wounds. I carry one around with me daily. However love is good medicine, and coupled with time I am waking up to the fact that a life without love is one, at least for me, that is void of meaning.