I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.

i do not know is it because i am not living with you for 25 years and that i do not need to figure out how to pay bills; and that i do not need to talk to you about which diaper to buy; which school our kids should go to; what kind of thing we should stock up; which travel destination should we pick; our kids problem; the house problem; the money problem; what house we should build; what stuff we should get; which restaurant we should go; if we need to deal with each other asking all that questions 24-7 and times that to double triple fold like way beyond our imagination; will we still be happy together and have good sex and talk as good as we are now; what if reality kicks in; what then; i thought about it; i do love you now; but when will love ever be enough, when?

but what i know it; i really really love you now; even if its hurt.