the words of the song say "what's love but a second hand emotion"...
what is love, why do we keep going back for more.tonight i am once more the lonely wolf, howling...alone...with no mate of my own. now my ex ex would vibrate with indignity at my statement..."what the "ef" do you mean...no mate of your own, you have me ...loving, faithful, reliable".my ex ex has spent many years alone, she is fairly satisfied with her own company, my xx has a thousand good reasons for remaining in the usa, all very rational, sensible. however, for me, ... love is neither rational nor sensible. it is a pounding, pulsing, poetic inferno. always has been, always will be... i like it that way!
so...mostly, i attempt to behave in an adult manner, after all, i am edging up there near the big 60. i love my ex ex, i find it difficult to envision my life without her. she is my friend, my lover, my confidant, we are beautiful together. we laugh, we discuss, debate, argue, we cook and eat and laugh, we write, we sit, we think...we watch tv...the mundane becomes meaningful....i feel content. i am greedy...i want my companion with me ...full time.and so...i live with this small ache within me, an infinitesimal emptiness. mostly i am able to ignore it, occasionally my inner child revolts...oh yeah, quite revolting in one rapidly approaching...forget it...age has nothing to do with love! i would never have believed it was still possible to swim in this ocean of emotion...love triumphs over age and expectations.
where was i ...oh yeah the disappointed child ... i feel frustrated, we are an ocean apart, i say something mean, she objects, i sulk, she sulks...we write unkind emails to each other.
we wonder...what the hell is love?
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