Photo: Neil Zeller
It’s uncanny how much my love and affection for Tracey keeps growing. It’s almost unimaginable and certainly completely impossible to measure or explain.
It’s late so I’m lying in bed. I’ve left the lights on cause I don’t want to fall asleep before I say goodnight. I’ve already kissed her goodnight in the kitchen but it’s not the same as seeing her and saying goodnight just before I close my eyes.
There is a deepness and a richness to the love, and the longer she walks by my side during this journey the more the admiration, respect and appreciation grow.
Then it hits me. And I close my eyes to search for the truth. Am I having some sort of biological adoration that is triggered when your body knows it’s expiring. Am I having an existential love affair? Does the spirit know before the conscious mind does?
Yup, this is what goes on in my brain while I lay in bed thinking about my love for Tracey. The fact is that I love her and she loves me back, and I don’t need to know why?
Although I am kinda cuddly.
But the real the lesson here is, don’t overthink the love. Just be conscious of it and revel in your luck.